Page 51 of Fate's Unseen Shadow

The urge to make her his flooded through his blood. And when he kissed her again, hard strokes of his tongue against hers, he ratcheted down tight on his control. Hurting her wasn’t the issue. There was no way in hell he’d ever lose control physically. But mentally… He fought the urge to rip her shorts from her body and plunge so far into her heat that he got lost.

Damon reached between them. Sex wasn’t an option for tonight, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make sure she went to sleep satisfied.

“Then why are you saving the condom—oh!”

Over her shorts, he started caressing her. “Because I’m not having sex with you tonight.”

She groaned. “Tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Monday? When can I pencil you in?”

He laughed and then licked and sucked on her breast before answering. “I’m getting the hint you want me. Or is my ego reading into this incorrectly?” He continued petting her, rubbing back and forth. Only a few hours ago, he’d told himself to walk away. Now, he had Ella in his bed, begging for sex. A fantasy come true.

With a small smile he couldn’t wipe away, he trailed his kisses across her chest to her throat. “Tell me what you want, Ella,” he whispered, dragging his teeth along her earlobe.

Her breath hitched. “You.”

“Come on, baby. Give me more.” He never let up rubbing between her thighs, a steady pace that matched the subtle roll of her hips. “You can say it. What do you want me to do?”

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “I want you to touch me.”

“Like this?”

“More.”

Damon drew his fingers up her inner thigh before sliding them underneath her panties and dragging them back and forth over her clit. “Like this?”

She moaned, her head back, back arched.

“You seem to like this.” He circled his finger, each pass causing her body to jerk. “I can keep doing this until you scream my name.” He slipped two fingers down and into her heat. “Or I can see how you like this.”

“Yes.” She moved with his hand, her thighs widening, his dick getting unbelievably hard. She took her pleasure without an ounce of shyness, which he hadn’t expected. Not after the way she’d kissed him at the bar.

“Next time”—he swiped all thumb up again, rubbing her clit back and forth—“I plan on burying my head between these thighs and staying there until you scream my name.” He slipped down again and pumped three fingers in and out before returning to her clit. That was what she needed. Right there, in that one spot.

Her moans turned to pants.

“That’s it.” He buried his head against her neck. “Find it. Use me. Soak my fucking fingers.”

She cried out, the orgasm hitting. He slipped his fingers back into her warmth, feeling the steady contractions and dragging them out as long as he could. She fisted her hands in the pillow above her head, body arching.

The shadowed outline of her body against the small amount of light through the window treatments would be burned into his memory forever.

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” he said, hearing the disbelief in his voice.

Her body eased back into the mattress. She rolled her head to the side, kissing his temple. “I’m sweaty.”

“You are.” And ready for more, but that couldn’t happen. Not tonight. He released her hands, then propped up on his elbow. “But satisfied.”

“That I am.” Ella ungracefully patted his shoulder. “You’ve been around for a lot of firsts, Mr. Vargas.”

“Really?”

“First time that I didn’t have to use something battery-powered to finish. But I don’t think I can pack you in my suitcase. You’re not nearly as discreet as my vibrator.”

Damon chuckled. “No, I’m not. Give me a second.” He disappeared into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he opened the door, she was back in her T-shirt, waiting on him.

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