Page 81 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Definitely.”

I chuckle without any humor. “That’s sort of fucked up, isn’t it?”

Damien’s hand covers mine, discreetly tugging it to the space between our legs. To anyone else it’ll look likeour hands are resting at our sides, but in the void between our thighs our fingers are linked together. It’s a tiny point of contact, but it makes my skin tingle all the way up my arm and to the back of my neck.

“I wouldn’t change it.” His thumb rubs over the back of my hand.

“Why?”

“It’s led to some pretty intense… moments.”

“And now that we don’t flirt the same way, you think things will stay intense?” I don’t know what I’m asking, or why, I just know I like what’s happening now, and I don’t want anything to change. Beyond that… I’m not ready to face anything else.

Damien gives my fingers a gentle squeeze. “I think we might figure that out later tonight.”

Damien

My cock has been half-hard since we linked our hands together during the game, but once we’re shut behind the door of our hotel room it goes full-on steel pipe.

The man can downplay today asnot a thing, but itsois. I might not be able to put that into words without freaking him out, but Icanshow him.

I start by pressing him against the door, caging him between my arms as I pillage his mouth. He doesn’t even try to stop me, just opens obediently and glides his tongue along mine, moaning each time I delve inside for another taste. Yet, despite giving himself over to me, he’s far from pliant, taking as much as he offers, and consuming me with the same desperation I’m seeking him.

This hunger we have for one another is carnal. Beautiful even.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Sure, I’ve kissed people, and it was arousing. But it’s never been all-consuming, as if my partner and I were trying to claw our way into each other’s bodies through a kiss. I don’t think it’s physically possible to get any closer than Bennet and I are right now. Yet, it doesn’t seem to stop us from trying, and the idea that we’re that desperate to possess each other is almost as hot as the kiss itself.

Part of me knew it’d be like this once we came together. It’s why I never allowed myself to think it wouldn’t happen. Of course, I never knew pursuing him might put him in the crossfire with his family…

A small part of me feels guilty for chasing him, knowing if I get my way he might have to choose between us one day. Butthis… What’s happening right now… Nothing has ever felt soright. I’d be shocked if he doesn’t feel the same. And that’s why I have no plans to stop showing him what I know in my soul.

We’re meant for each other.

One day, I’ll say it, and he’ll agree. Until then, I’m not above playing a little dirty.

“Take your dick out,” I growl, biting his lower lip then sucking it into my mouth to soothe the sting. “I want to give you a proper thank you for my birthday present.”

He fumbles with his jeans as I continue to plunder his air, lips never leaving his despite the fact I can feel them starting to swell from his late day stubble.

They’ll be even more swollen by the time I’m done with him, anyway.

Bennet gasps as the cool air hits his heated skin, and even though I’m sorely tempted to pull my own cock out and rub it against his, I drop to my knees.

His gorgeous, full, length bobs in anticipation, and when I don’t immediately suck him down his hips shift slightly forward to close the distance. I pull back before he can make contact, casting him a wicked grin.

“Patience. A proper thank you takes time.”

Bennet’s head thunks softly against the door as he fists his hands by his side, doing his best to hold still while I admire his arousal.

Yes, I’m testing his limits, but mostly I just like looking at him. His cock really is lovely.

“Damien,” he groans softly, right hand reaching for his shaft.

I take both his hands in mine, linking our fingers together, and hold them steady next to his thighs. Then, I place a chaste kiss on his tip.

“Thank you.” With a languid flick of my tongue, I lick a stripe over his slit. “Thank you.” Then swirl around his crown. “Thank you.”

Finally, I draw him into my mouth, just the first inch or so, and suck gently, pressing his hands against the door when they flex in mine like he’s trying to free them.

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