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“Say my name.” His pace was now faster as he hung one of my legs around his waist.

He hit a new spot. And the pleasure intensified.

“Oh go-”

“Not his, mine,” he grunted.

“Damien,” I moaned amidst the loud sound of balls slapping against my clit.

I could feel the pleasure build up. His animalistic growl filled the air as I climbed down my high with a loud cry. He stiffened and quickly pulled out before spilling his seed on my stomach.

A few minutes of hard breathing passed as we both revelled in our pleasure before he brought his lips to my forehead, placing a kiss there.

My heart fluttered wildly.

“Are you still hungry?” He murmured against my forehead.

“No,” I breathed. I just had the most amazing sex of my life.

Chapter Twenty

Damien

I watched her hurry excitedly about the large hotel suite, a small smile on my face.

Her hair was curled and bouncy behind her back. Her voluptuous curves strained against her knee-length flowery gown.

I restrained the urge to bend her over and take her against the wall. I wasn’t quite sure she’d prefer that. After all, we were in Santorini. And she was eager to explore.

Leaning back, I breathed deeply. Capturing this moment to memory…

Another moment captured today.

The first was when we landed yesterday. In New York, I had only told her it was a surprise trip. After her slight panic about work and her pending tasks, I reminded her who the boss was.

When we landed, the look on her face was one I’d never forget.

It held surprise, appreciation… and desire.

She’d instantly wanted to explore. But eighteen hours in the jet and I was jet lagged. So we decided all the sightseeing would be done today.

Everything was set. The ride. The tour guide. The venue.

A slight chuckle escaped my lips. I was never one for vacations. I’d never been on one.

I’d been on multiple trips outside New York. But they were strictly business. I never had time for frivolities.

But now, seeing her bounce around, rushing to grab every essential, a little frivolity didn’t seem so bad.

“I’m ready,” she finally squealed.

I nodded, glancing at her appearance. Her lips were red and her cheeks a little rosy. Indeed she was, but there was one last thing.

“Come.”

The mesmerizing sway of her hips filled my vision as she obeyed. When she stopped in front of me, I grabbed her waist. And turned her around.

Then, I dug my hands into my pocket to find the necklace. I watched her lips part slightly from the mirror as I moved her hair to one side. Bringing the necklace around her neck.

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