Page 89 of Wild Tangled Hearts

Chapter39

Damien

OPTION A

“Option A,” I moan, and as soon as I make the choice, Damien’s lips crash down on mine, and one hand twists in the mass of my hair.

“You drive me crazy, Bella,” he rasps against my mouth, his kiss and touch rough with desire.

My whole body reacts to the sexual energy that radiates off him. My knees wobble, my breath comes out rough, and as our gazes tangle, I know this man will be my undoing.

But it’s too late now. I’ve already fallen deeper than I should, and I give in to the need that races through me.

We tear at each other’s clothes, a feral intensity that leaves us both panting. I slide his pants and boxers over his hips, and his cock springs free.

With a teasing smile, I take the engorged head in my mouth, swirling my tongue across it, and watch Damien’s self-control unravel. His fingers knot in my hair, and he lets out a guttural groan.

“Easy, beautiful,” he rasps, pulling me up. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Heat blisters through me as Damien’s mouth retakes mine. This kiss is even wilder, more crazed, more feral, and I feel myself unraveling, my inhibitions falling off me like chains that have kept me weighted down.

His hands, big and rough, unhook my bra before pulling me against his chest. His skin is hot against mine, and I let out a small moan as my nipples brushed against his warmth.

The remnants of our clothes discarded, he lifts me so that I’m straddling his waist, his hands cupping my ass. My pussy is ready for him as he enters me in one hard thrust.

I cry out, my head tilting back at the pleasure of his fullness inside me. He steadies himself, one palm firmly planted on the fridge as he thrusts against my hips, over and over again, my pussy clasping tightly around his cock.

Each touch, each movement, each kiss is laced with something that hadn’t been there before. He thrusts inside me hard and fast, my fingers digging into his back as I match the rhythm of his hips with my own.

Broken moans and whimpers fill the space between us. And when we finally come together, I swear the world moves beneath us.

He holds me tight against my chest, our breathing ragged. Perspiration still beads along my forehead, and a hundred emotions beat erratically in my chest. Hope. Uncertainty. Fear.Love. But the only thing I know for sure is I never want to let him go.

“Stay the night,” Damien murmurs against my ear.

I let out a frustrated sigh, wishing I could. “I have an early morning meeting. Next time?”

“Next time.” A small smile tugs at his lips as he says the words.

A promise.

And I want a millionnext timeswith him. The revelation is both terrifying and exciting.

Damien helps me retrieve my bra and panties, and when we’re dressed, he brushes his lips against my forehead. “I’ll drive you home.”

How can this dark, brooding man be so gentle and sweet? I hate leaving him. Especially when I feel entirely unraveled.

Because every look he gives me, every touch. It’s too real, too genuine, and a nagging voice in my head warns,too damn good to be true.

And riding back to my place, clutching onto his muscular frame, my head swims with all the possibilities of what a future with him could look like.

Outside my home, his lips linger on mine before he gives me one of his cocky grins and tells me, “Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Night,” I say with a sigh as I watch him ride away, the muffled sound of his motorcycle's engine growing fainter as it disappears around the corner.

My heart is flayed, fully open, and I know he already has the power to destroy it.

But as I open my front door, my vulnerability truly sets in.

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