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I pout.
“No pouting.” Maverick turns and resumes removing his shirt, changing into the Columbia T-shirt and sweats that I stole from him. I stick my tongue out at him while his back is turned to me.“I saw that.”
I flick my eyes to the full length mirror and almost die when I see both mine and his reflections. UGH! I can never get away with anything!
Maverick smirks at me, green eyes glittering with mischief. “Keep it up,Angel. I have a new paddle I’m just dying to break in.”
I swallow thickly, both a little scared but a lot more turned on than I probably should be. Loving Maverick Harrington is such a ride. But at a haunted house attraction where you get spankedandpraised by the actors for screaming.
Huh. Do those exist? Can they?
Jonas takes me and kisses my temple. “I’ll make you come later,” he whispers.
“I heard that.” Mav growls from behind me.
“Oops. I mean I will definitelynotmake you come later.” He winks at me.
“Jonas.” Damon warns.
We both pout.
Chapter Seven
Raven.
They’ve been edging me for three whole days. All of them. Together. Apart.
Currently Damon is behind me, doing that thing that drives me crazy where he’s fucking me but he’s not. Pumps of his hips that are so agonizingly slow I feel like I’m going out of my mind. Every lazy drag out and then so gently pushing back in I’m going insane. It was a bad idea. It was such a bad idea to try to get Jonas to spill their secrets.
I’m not allowed alone with him anymore. Okay, correction-he’snot allowed alone withme. I’m ‘dangerous’. Whatever that means.
“Qu'est-ce que tu penses, Amourette?”What’s on your mind, Little Love?
“I d-don’t like ss-secrets.” I rush out in a moan.
Damon’s large hand roams over the dip of my waist, to my stomach and up to palm my breasts, lazily tweaking at my nipple. He places a kiss on my shoulder, then the crook of my neck, chuckling. “We leave tonight, mon coeur. I promise it will be worth it.”
I move my hips and he slips out of me. I turn around to face him but then -because at this point I’m a masochist- I throw my thigh over his and put him back in so he can continue his torture. I look into those gorgeous silver eyes of his, eyes thathave kept me ensnared in the beautiful cage that is his heart in every way possible for the last five years. I let out a soft groan and put my hand on his cheek to cup his face. “I love you, Damon. No mm-more ss-surprises af-after this one.”
He moves his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “What about just a small one? Hmm? One more after?”
I sigh and he shoves deeper into me. “Daddy…”
“Mon coeur…” his mouth covers mine and he keeps his movements too slow and languid, making love to me without a rush. “Chaque centimètre de ta petite chatte est divin.”Every inch of your little cunt is divinity.“I am so fucked for you, Amourette.”
“Driving me crazy, Daddy… come for me please? Fill me up. I want to feel you come for me…”
“Keep talking and I will.” He challenges.
I do. In between broken words, I kiss him, run my free hand all over his muscular body, rake my nails down his back and love the shiver that follows. I tell him how much I adore him. I kiss his lips, his chin, the column of his throat, and last, I muster everything I have so I can get it right and Imake himlook at me so I can whisper, “Je t'aimerai toujours plus longtemps que tu ne m'as aimee, mon cœur. Toujours.”I will always love you longer than you've loved me, my heart. Always.
Something in him switches. His usual soft gaze turns into an icy glare, sending rippling shivers through me. Damon growls, grabbing the meat of hip roughly with one hand, then shoving his other to the nape of my neck, holding me tighter than he ever has before. I cry out his name just before he takes my lips and pounds into me so savagely, all I can do is hold onto him for dear life because I feelitlike I never have before- the moment when our souls tie and weave together. Withoutwanting to, I explode with him. Tears and stars racing behind my eyelids as I feel him erupt for me so fiercely he trembles.
He doesn’t let me go when he pulls his face away from mine, but his gaze is like molten silver. It is so intense it feels like it should scare me, and yet, all I feel is closer to him. I would burn a thousand times in Damon Archer’s grasp than ever run from it. Of that I am sure. I move the black strands of hair that have fallen forward during his torment and smile at him. “Toujours.”Always, I repeat again.
The muscles in his jaw tic. “Happy birthday, Amourette.”
There it is. The reminder of how much has changed in a year.
