Page 45 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Your creature of the night.” This makes her laugh and I instantly relax. “You know that, right?”

“What?”

I pull her against my chest. “That I’m yours. All jokes aside, I know I’ve been busy and I’ll let you in on more of that soon, but I’ll be around now. Every day. I made some changes so we can spend more time together.”

She traces lines across my chest with her fingers. Her touch feels incredible, just simple things like the scrape of her nailsagainst my T-shirt, that’s all it takes for me to melt. She’s thinking hard, her nose scrunched. I hope I’m not coming on too strong, although that is kind of my thing.

“Look—I’d rather be honest with you from the start about who I am and what I do. I?—”

Her finger brushes my lips. “Shh. I don’t need to know about what you do. The less I know the better, I’m sure. But yes, I’d like that. Spending more time together, I mean. It’s been an interesting start to whatever this is… but as much as it pains me to admit it, I’m drawn to you. You’re absolutely unhinged and a little scary and… Anyway, I know you won’t hurt me.”

As she pulls her hand away I circle her wrist and kiss her palm. “I’m fucking infatuated with you, Blake. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

Her palm rests on my cheek while our eyes lock. I look my fill, not that I’ll ever tire of her gorgeous face. Her smooth skin dotted with freckles, her short, rounded nose, her plump lips. Perfection. My chest aches and a physical need to be inside her takes over. Before I realize what I’m doing, I grip either side of her face and devour her lips with an intensity I’ve never felt before.

When her lips part and she slides her tongue against mine, I’m done for. Fuck, she tastes amazing. A moan slips out of her mouth and I can’t help but smile as we kiss.

I bring my hand lower and gently wrap it around her throat, giving a small amount of pressure as I suck her lower lip and bite down. She’s so responsive to every kiss, every touch. The way she arches toward me, her chest heaving like she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. I need to bury myself inside her more than I need air to breathe.

I pull back and sit up on my knees. “Blake, I need you to give me permission to do what I want with you.”

She’s breathless as she scoots back onto the bed. Seconds go by where I feel like I’ll combust. Finally, she nods.

“I need you to tell me, baby. Tell me I can haveevery inchof you.” I drag my hands over the curve of her breasts, stopping when I reach her tight nipple. She gasps and it’s music to my ears. “These tits that I’ve been dying to fuck.”

“Damon, please.”

Dragging my hand lower, I watch her eyes glaze over as I reach her pussy. “This mouthwatering cunt that was made to take me.”

She opens her mouth to speak but I grip her hips and flip her over. Her nightshirt rides up and I have the perfect view of her round ass. I slap it, not too hard, but hard enough that a pretty little red mark shows up and her breath hitches. “This ass too, Blake. I’ll fuck you here and you’ll love it.”

Wrapping my fist in her hair, I lean in and crash my lips against hers. Our tongues tangle as she angles her ass against me. “This mouth, so warm and perfect and all mine. Give me permission, Blake, because once I’m inside you, I’m going to be a changed man. A man who’s lost all control. Once I can take every inch of you, I’ll never stop.”

She rocks against my crotch, and I grip her hips to halt her movement. “God, just?—”

“You want my cock, Angel? Say it. Say, Damon, fuck me.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BLAKE

I’ve never felt soout of control before. So ready to shut my brain off and give in to every second of pleasure Damon will give me. My pussy aches and his dirty mouth only makes me want him more. Am I ready to give him everything? Every inch of my skin. Unfiltered, unhinged Damon. I meant what I said. Somehow, I trust him. But am I ready for his intensity?

My ass has a mind of its own as I grind against his length. He’s still fully dressed and I’m in undies and a nightshirt but already the friction is too good. And damn, the way he kisses. Like he wants to crawl under my skin and live there.

“Blake, what do you want?” His voice is deep and commanding, just like every other aspect of him. Maybe I’ll regret this later, but now I have to listen to my body and my heart. Mostly my body.

“I want you inside me. Fuck me, Damon. Use me like your good little whore.” My face is red hot as the words leave my lips. I’ve never talked that way before but I love it. I’m desperate for relief from this heavy ache. Relief that I know Damon will be happy to provide.

He climbs off the bed and stands before me like a god. A dark god, but a god nonetheless. I take him in, his lean tattooed body cut with just the right amount of muscle, his thick thighs in those tight black pants. My eyes rake over his impressive bulge, ready to break free. He beckons me with his finger as his dark eyes devour me. “Come here, Angel. Take my cock out like the good little slut you are.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed and kneel to undo his button. He smells so incredible, I want to burrow my face against him. Carefully, I slide his zipper down and wrap my fist around his hard length. I hold him there, awaiting his next command. He pulls his pants down until they hit his knees, giving me a peek at his inked thighs and legs.

“Get it nice and wet.” He tangles his hands in my hair, tugging gently as he brings his dripping cock to my lips. I moan and lick the beads of pre-cum from his tip. “Fuck, yes. That’s my good girl. Suck it, Blake.”

Opening wide, I take him to the back of my throat until I can’t fit anymore, then bring him back out with a pop. I get him nice and wet, sliding my tongue along his length and letting saliva drip onto him. With each thrust, I close my eyes and picture him sinking into me. My body rocks, harder and faster, while he fucks my open mouth.

“You suck it so good, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep going.” I open my eyes as he pulls out, feeling dazed. I’m so turned on I can’t think.

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