Page 9 of The Last Shadow

The valet smiles, snatching the ticket from my hand and taking off down the street.

Ninety seconds later he returns with my car and thirty seconds after that I’m breaking every traffic law to get back to the penthouse. “Take off your panties,” I growl impatiently when a light turns red.

Frankie’s breath hitches, but she slips the black lace down her legs and dangles them in front of me, laughing when I snatch them from her and bury my nose in them. “Dirty man.”

“I love the way you smell when you’re turned on.” My gaze flicks to her legs where she’s pressing her knees together to relieve the ache.

“Well, I’m definitely turned on right now.”

“I know.” My cock aches behind my zipper and I hit the gas, eager to get home and bury myself deep inside her. I’m so fucking turned on I can hardly think straight and tonight, I plan to kick things up a notch. “Come on.” I take her hand and pull her body against mine with a low growl.

“Yes,” she moans, letting me drag her into the elevator.

The doors close and I turn to Francesca as fire pulses through my veins. Our lips fit together perfectly, and I savor the taste of her tongue against mine, the way she moans and presses her body to mine. I feel the hard tips of her nipples against my chestand when she whimpers into my mouth, I swallow it down and back her against the elevator wall.

She pulls back with a gasp, eyes foggy with desire. “Damien.”

“I’m right here, Francesca.”

She purrs. “I see you. I feel you.” Her hips push forward hungrily, and I know what she needs.

I lean in close enough to whisper in her ear, enjoying the shiver she’s unable to suppress. “You want to feel more of me.”

“Yes,” she replies with a moan. “Need to.”

I press myself against her hip for relief as one hand slips under her dress. The silky slide of her thighs is intoxicating, but the heat of her womanhood has a magnetic pull on me. Brushing my knuckles against her plump, bare lips.

Another gasp escapes and her hips push forward. “Please.”

My lips pull up in satisfaction at that one, whispered word. “I do love it when you beg.” To reward her, I spread her lips and find her clit swollen and drenched in her juices. The first touch makes her cry out.

I slip a finger inside, enjoying the way her fingertips dig into my arms at the intensity of the sensation. “I love how wet you get for me.”

“Me. Too.” Her words come out on gasping pants and she’s already pulsing around me as the elevator rises quickly to the penthouse.

“Come for me, Francesca. Come on my hand. Do it before the doors open.” The command is deep and loud enough to bounce off the elevator walls.

“I’ll try.” She grinds harder and her legs tremble for a few seconds before she explodes, doing exactly as I asked her to. Her juices drip down my fingers and onto my palm.

“Oh, God.” Her knees buckle and she leans against me while riding out the last of her pleasure just as the bell sounds our arrival at the penthouse.

“Such a good girl.” She’s never been more beautiful than when she gives her pleasure over to me, trusting me to take care of her.

She pulls back, licking her lips with a knowing smile as she watches me licking her juices from my fingers. “That was hot.”

“Indeed,” I growl and take her hand, guiding her out of the elevator as carnal need fires through my veins. “Such obedience deserves a proper reward.” I guide her into the main bedroom and close the door, wanting to savor this moment.

“Get naked.” My gaze burns a path over her body, and she responds, slowly peeling off the green velvet dress, letting it pool at her feet.

Such a vision of beauty.

My clothes feel tight and suffocating, so I rip them off, tossing aside the last remnants of civility along with my suit. I step closer, our bodies just a breath apart. “Get on the bed.” It’s not a request.

She does as she’s told, sinking into the soft mattress, her legs slightly parted, an invitation I can’t resist. On my knees, I part her legs further, exposing her to my gaze. “You’re so wet, kitten.” My voice is hoarse as I admire her femininity, her body’s honest response to my touch. Her scent fills my nostrils, and I lean in closer, my breath ghosts over her sensitive flesh.

A soft moan escapes her lips as I sink two fingers deep inside. I curl them, stroking that spot that makes her see stars. “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her hips bucking.

“What do you need, Francesca?” I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from her lips. My fingers, still coated with her juices, glide over her silky skin, teasing her, tormenting her.

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