Page 45 of Sinclair Duet

The blue flames sparked to life in his orbs. His words ignited the kindling. I could be upset with Damien, but that didn’t mean I was unaffected. There wasn’t a repellent capable of shielding me from the passion he was capable of igniting or a cure to make me forget—I’d tried.

His deep voice reverberated through me. “If I spread you open, would I find your warm, wet pussy hungry for my fingers? One? Two?”

My breathing came faster as I clasped my thighs together, aware of the emptiness of my core.

“Would your walls clench around them like they do my cock? What if I swirled your clit? Is it enlarged and sensitive?”

He lifted his hand from my waist, teasing my lip free from my teeth. Slowly, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “These lips are magic.” I swore his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he reminisced. “The way you sucked me the other night.”

I parted my lips, sucking his finger.

The air filled with his guttural growl. His focus concentrated on my lips until he leaned in, taking my mouth with his.

Despite my earlier determination, my body was a traitor. I was drawn closer, leaning into his frame and pushing my soft curves against his hard planes. All at once, his fingers encircled my neck, lifting my face and applying pressure to my throat. My pussy clenched at the aching emptiness as my mind concocted visions of all he’d described.

His tongue sought entrance as I opened my mouth, gasping for air.

The world around us dimmed. All that mattered was the two of us. Whether from lack of oxygen or simply Damien intoxication, I was only mildly aware that he’d begun to ball the skirt of my dress. Higher and higher the material rose. If not for the cool breeze, he may have succeeded.

Taking a step back, I panted, filling my lungs and pressing my lips together, pushed against his chest. “You’re going to have to trust me.”

Damien took my hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans. The large bulge beneath was rock hard, no doubt straining the zipper. “Fuck, Ella. This isn’t about working together. It’s about the way I feel when I’m with you. Multitasking. If I don’t know the answer to my question, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

I wouldn’t be able to sleep either, not without bringing out the vibrator from my bedside stand. Hell, I was so hot, it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “we’ll start with a clean slate. Tonight, I want to touch you, taste you, and watch you come.”

For a moment, I stared into his gaze.

Vibrator.

Damien.

Taking the key from my pocket, I spun until I faced the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I turned the handle and pushed inside. My invitation wasn’t verbal as I reached for Damien’s hand and tugged him inside the dark entry. The only light came from the kitchen, a blue glow from the panel on the refrigerator.

As the door closed tight, Damien reached for my shoulders, spinning us both until my shoulders collided with the door. Placing my hand over his chest, I felt the rapid beat of his heart seconds before his mouth again found mine.

Definitely not a vampire.

Damien was a hot-blooded, arrogant, sexy, impossible, handsome…did I say sexy…male. I knew that to be certain. The erection currently probing my stomach was further evidence.

As my breathing labored, he took a step back, his cocky grin growing. In the dim lighting, his pupils dilated, making his eyes appear as black as his shirt. “Lift your dress and show me.”

Show him.

My thoughts were obviously on display because Damien’s smile grew even larger. “You don’t want to show me. You want me to find out. You want my fingers in your cunt. Don’t you?”

“Damien.”

He lifted my chin and intensely focused on my eyes. The connection was electric and unbreakable. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. “Say it. Say what you want.” His finger came to my lips. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you do, and I don’t like to be lied to.” He lifted his finger. “What do you want? Be specific.”

My mouth was as dry as the desert. I fleetingly considered telling him I wanted him to leave. That would be a lie.

“Ella, I’m not a fan of repeating myself.”

I licked my lips. “I want you to find out. I want your fingers.”

“Good girl. Lift your dress.” He reached again for my chin. “Eyes on me. Mine will stay on you. I won’t look. The only way I’ll find out if you’re covered is with touch. Can you do that?”

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