Page 11 of Broken

I was weak for Damon. He was my weakness, that was for sure. He knew exactly what to do to bring me to the brink. With his fingers working their magic, he leaned up to kiss me again and I couldn’t get enough of him.

While we continued kissing, I reached for the hem of my top and yanked it off.

“Jesus. Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, noticing the black lace bra I was wearing. I helped him out of his clothes and they landed on the living room floor.

He pulled me up so I was on his lap and I could feel how hard he was. “I want you to ride me.”

“Are you sure about that? You’re used to being in control.” I smirked.

“I like the view,” he simply stated before roaming his hands to unhook my bra. His wish was my command as I began riding him. I liked this control he was giving me. Damon circled his tongue on my tits and that with the sensation of his hands on me, pushed me to the brink.

“I’m close.”

“Come for me, Dove.”

He raised his hands up and caressed my neck and throat. I held his hand on my throat and it was erotic how he was watching me. His eyes turned dark as he put a little pressure on my throat. He pulled me by the throat and he ravished my lips. And I came while he kissed me, still holding my throat.

“Don’t stop,” he told me as he bucked his hips into me.

I tried to match his rhythm until ecstasy took over.

“Damn woman.”

I stood and pulled him up with me. “Shower with me.”

***

It was nearly two in the morning when Damon sat on the end of the bed to put his clothes on.

“Can you stay the night?” I asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Okay. Go back to sleep.” Damon came over, wrapping his arms around my body as I lay against him and I placed my head on his chest. It was easy to fall asleep cradled in Damon’s arms. But I wondered if this would ever be enough for him, because it was enough for me.

***

The morning came too quickly as the smell of coffee wafted through the condo. Looking next to me, I noticed the empty space. Grabbing a pair of leggings and a long shirt, I padded out to the kitchen. Damon was shirtless while pouring coffee. I moved behind him, wrapping my arms around him and pressed my cheek onto his bare back.

“What’s your plan for the day?”

I smiled. “Shopping,” I said, peeking over his shoulder. He passed me a mug of coffee. “What’s your plans?”

“Work. Always work.” He twisted his body to face me as he leaned on the counter.

“Well, I had a nice time last night.”

“Me, too.”

“When will I see you again?”

“In a few days.”

“Maybe I can make you dinner one night.”

“That would be nice. I haven’t had your cooking yet.” He smirked.

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