Page 52 of Spookily Yours

Fuck, I’d never wanted to have someone inside me so badly.

Damien leaned in close, enough for his lips to brush against my ear. For the rush of his warm breath to tickle my neck. “Then I’m going to take you to bed, Willow. And I’m not going to be able to hold back.” He buried his nose in the crook of my neck. “Not when you smell this good.”

He kissed the skin there, trailing a line up to my jaw with his lips, each touch like a brand against my skin.

I wanted it. Wanted him to mark me, for people to know I washis.

Wanted to not have to hide who this man was to me, because I was starting to wonder if I’d ever truly lived before he’d come into my life.

“I don’t want you to hold back,” I murmured, running my hands down the planes of his back as he sucked on my pulse point. “I wantyou,”I moaned.

I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

When he pulled away, his red eyes flared with need.

“Fuck.” Any pretense of who he was gone—left behind in the bar, I assumed—and he looked down at me, perhaps more demon than man, but Iliked it.“You want me to fuck you, Willow?”

“Yes,”I agreed, and then I was back on my feet, spun around, his breath against my neck.

Damien stepped forward, pulling the zipper down slowly on my dress. If I was being honest, I’d only worn it for him—I liked to dress up, of course, but the way he’d looked at me when I walked downstairs… I’d never felt more beautiful, or desired.

I was finding I liked that with him. The way he could light up my body with just a kiss or a small touch.

He kissed my bare shoulder as he pushed the dress down my back, leaving me in my bra and the hip hugging lace panties I’d pulled on at the last minute. Damien’s nimble fingers quickly made work of my bra clasp, and my nipples tightened as the cool air hit them.

Normally, I would have tried to hide myself, but how could I with the way he was looking at me? Like I was something to be treasured, worshiped.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” He brought his hands up, cupping my breasts. When he ran his thumb over my nipple, I shuddered at how good it felt.

The lust was burning me alive. I’d never felt like this with anyone before—not this soul-encompassing need that I felt for him.

“Spread your legs for me,” Damien murmured, bending down to capture my lips once more as his fingers dipped below the band of my panties—seeking, searching.

I was happy to comply. When was it last?Months.Maybe years.

“So wet, baby,” he crooned, rubbing his fingers against my slit. “Did I do this to you?”

The only response I gave was a hum in agreement as he slipped a finger inside of me. He’d been driving me wild all night, teasing me with all of his lingering touches and heated glances.

I couldn’t hold back my voice as he added another finger, exploring my folds. Trying to find that spot that he knew would drive me wild.

“Damien,” I pleaded, my breaths growing heavy as I gave into the growing pleasure. There was a part of me that was vaguely aware of how tightly I was grasping his shoulders, my legs growing unsteady underneath me.

I pulled away from him slightly, my eyes growing with awareness. He was still fully clothed, and we were standing in the hallway. Despite how eager I was, I didn’t want our first time to be against the wall. Or on the floor.

“Bedroom,” I panted, resting my forehead against his chest.

Is this my invitation?He thought, and I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

He could sleep in my bed for the rest of eternity if he kept up that movement with his fingers. I gasped.Yes. Please.I didn’t want him on the couch anymore, anyway.

I could feel the loss as he pulled his fingers out of me, my juices coating them.

“I can’t fucking wait to taste you,” he murmured, putting them into his mouth, sucking my taste off of his digits as he maintained eye contact with me.

“Oh.” I squeaked out, as he gave one last lick of his lips.

“So sweet,” he murmured, and then I was being lifted into his arms and carried towards my bedroom.

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