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white. My brain separates from my body—all I know is that an unyielding strength supports me as I
writhe through the tumult of ecstasy.
Until it’s over.
Reality inevitably descends and I find myself panting against a stranger. A stranger who’s murmuring
into my ear, grated sinful things. “Wet for me…Dios mío.”
He’s still touching me through the praises. Stroking. The pearl plays tag with the thickness of his
finger. I’m full of him. Teased with his substitute. Full again.
Over, and over, and over…
“D-Damien.” Rippling muscle serves as my only anchor as I curl my fingers, nails drawn. Anything to
retaliate. But my attempts just make his touch all the bolder.
“You hold your breath when you’re on the verge of coming,” he grates against my throat. “So
desperate for control. You don’t want to scream—it feels that damn good.”
Heat fans my lower lip. Both of mine part. His come down to devour them whole. The thickness of
his tongue is a disturbing contrast to his thumb. He times his strokes so both thrust into me at the same
time. I’m overwhelmed. Empty. Bursting.
“You don’t want to moan,” he grunts, drawing his mouth back. “So you bite your tongue. But I can’t
stand your silence. I won’t coddle you. Shelter you. I cangiveto you, sweet girl. You only need to ask
nicely.”
Another kiss consumes any sound I might make. My hands leave his arms and move into his hair,
grasping at the thick strands. He copies me, cupping my scalp, using it to deepen the contact between
us. His teeth nip at my lip and the pain makes me reckless.
Reckless enough to bite him back. Grip him back. Push back, urging him inside me. Harder. Deeper.
Consequences no longer matter, neither do his calculated little plans.
In this moment, I need him like I’ve needed nothing else.
“Mr. Villa?”
A heavy knock on the door feels too surreal, like a random moment from a nightmare. I ignore it first,
swatting it away like a buzzing fly—but Damien goes rigid, his lips still on mine.
Fury is palpable in the way he harshly exhales as he withdraws. “Meirda.”
Just like that, I’m back in my body. Back in the real world. Arched on a pedestal with Damien Villa’s
hand between my legs. He’s already sliding his fingers away, taking the pearl with them.
