Page 37 of Curvy Cabin Fever
She takes in a shaky breath. “Damien?—”
I cut her off, my mouth slanting over hers once more, taking what’s already mine.
Her words, breath, heart, and fucking soul—anything I want because she’s mine.
She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I drink in her sounds, swallowing every little moan, every whimper, every goddamn thing she’s willing to give me.
I reach out and cup her breast, my thumb swiping over her nipple.
She jolts, arching into my touch, and fuck, I can’t stop myself.
I break the kiss, dragging my lips down the column of her throat, biting at her pulse point, licking over the sting until she gasps.
“Aria. Focus on me.”
Her thighs squeeze around my hips, and my dick twitches in response.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
Morgan shifts beside us, but I don’t even acknowledge him. Not yet.
Not until I’ve ruined her first.
He can wait.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, my nose trailing along the curve of her jaw before I whisper, “You belonged to me first, Aria. No one else touches you until I’ve had my fill. You understand?”
Morgan scoffs, but I ignore him, knowing he won’t get in my way.
Aria shudders beneath me, her lips parting on a breathless moan.
I grin against her skin.
That’s all the answer I fucking need.
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ARIA
Damien slides me down the bed by my hips, his eyes burning intently into mine. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, aware of Morgan watching from beside us, on his knees, arms crossed.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, glancing at Morgan.
“Do you want him to leave?” Damien rumbles, his hands sliding down my torso, his eyes challenging me to say something.
“What if it’s YOU she wants to leave?” Morgan snaps, glaring at Damien.
I try to suck in my stomach, and Damien sighs with disappointment, but I wriggle regardless, hating his hands on my flabby belly.
Do I want Morgan to leave?
No.
I like the idea of him watching…as long as he’s into it.
God, what the fuck has happened to me?
