Page 35 of Filthy Beginnings

But Damien was sure he was better.

Scarlett’s hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him from his thoughts. “I’m done eating—and with talking.”

He was still deciding about her sudden shift in mood, and whether he should push a little more, when she scooted backwards and climbed off his lap.

With no more warning, she dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, her mouth inches from the bulge pushing against his leathers. “I’m hungry for something else.”

Her tongue flicked out, leaving a shiny spot on his pants—and making him almost come on the spot.

“And you told me I should tell you what I want.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He forgot everything else but the way she looked staring up at him, those plush lips red against the black of his leathers.

“And you said we should practice. A lot.”

He tangled his fingers in her silky hair as his other hand tugged at his laces. “Then let me feed you.”

He’d never undone his laces so fast.

His hand slipped into his leathers and pulled out his dick, fisting it as her hungry gaze locked on his movements.

He was never more aware of the thick veins that snaked along his shaft, from his balls to the mushroom top. Or the ridges that banded his cock at regular intervals.

“Big.” The word left her in a whispered huff.

He winked. “Just like the rest of me.”

“I want to lick it.” She leaned closer, her breath skimming across his thigh, that soft, sweet purr vibrating against his skin.

His dick twitched in his palm, a drop of liquid spilling from the tip.

He wanted to thrust it between her pretty red lips so bad, then flip her over and fuck her as he sunk his fangs into her throat and planted a youngling in her belly… but then the consortium would know, and she’d be in danger.

So he locked the impulse down and focused on how much he liked the way she looked at him.

Not like a bruiser, but a champion.

It humbled him.

And gave him the strength to sound almost in control as he rasped, “I’d like that, baby. I’d like you to lick it very much.”

Her red lips slipped into a welcoming O.

With a grunt, he slid his hips forward on the chair, eyes rolling back when she tongued his slit. “Fuck, yes.”

“You taste so good.” Her tongue coiled around his shaft as a purr vibrated from her throat, traveling straight to his dick.

His vision turned red. He dug one set of claws into the metal seat to keep his ass planted right where it was.

“You’re shaking.” One small hand landed on his thigh.

Another reminder. She was so much smaller than him. More delicate. He could hurt her so easily.

But he never would.

“It’s your touch.” He played with her hair, let it sift through his fingers as he fought to bring himself under control. “It fucking shatters me and I’ve… I’ve done a lot of brutal things with my hands. I’m not a gentle guy. But I want to be gentle with you. I want to get it right.”

“You are.” She pressed her cheek to his thigh. Trailed her tongue along his shaft. “I love the way you touch me. The way you look at me and talk to me. Like I’m not just some prize, but a real, flesh-and-blood creature.”

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