Page 91 of Anger

“No, Blue. You don’t have to do anything. This is only for you.”

For me?

I’ve never had that before…

He pushes my arms until I’m leaning back with my elbows against the counter. I feel exposed in this position, trapped in a way that makes me want to fight.

Damon stares down at me as if he knows my struggle, his eyes adoring as he takes me in.

Slowly, he studies my face, my neck, my shoulders and my breasts. Taking his time, it’s like he’s memorizing every part.

I’ve only experienced this once. This rapt attention. The artist. But that was for a portrait.

Somehow, it’s more intimate with Damon. His slow perusal of my body isn’t so he can replicate the image on canvas.

This moment is just for him.

A new memory.

Something I hope is beautiful enough to replace whatever haunts him.

Gripping the sides of my jeans, he tugs, and I lift my butt just enough that he can pull at them, his eyes studying every new part of me that’s revealed when he slides them down my legs.

Leaning down, he kisses a slow trail up my left leg, his hands gripping my calves to keep me in place.

My head falls back from the rush of sensation, a warmth blossoming between my legs that’s foreign to me.

Confusion fills my head, the realization that for the first time, Iactuallywantthis man.

This moment.

This act.

I crave what he can do for me.

The warnings in my head are finally silent, having lost their battle to my need for him.

But if he goes any slower, I may scream.

It’s never felt this good before.

Reaching my pussy, he presses a kiss to my panties then opens his mouth to breathe out.

It’s more warmth against that area.

More electric sparks bursting inside.

“Stop teasing,” I beg, my eyes clenched shut, my fingers gripping tight over the edge of the counter.

Damon laughs softly, and there is so much arrogance in that sound.

The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Yes ma’am.”

He tugs my panties off, and a rush of breath bursts from my lungs. I’m fully exposed, every part of me.

Both fear and want battle in my head, but the rest of me shivers from the cool air across my skin … from the heat that erupts inside me to know this man has me at his mercy.

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