He had her in his arms and crowded back against the locked door in seconds. Lilayni’s gasp of surprise was lost in Damon’s mouth as he kissed her with a fierce possession that left her trembling in his hold.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured against her trembling lips when he finally broke the kiss.
God, did she want to be anything else? And clasping his face in answer, she pulled him down to her again, her lips frantically finding his.
Damon growled low, and pressing her to the door, kissed her hard. She was trapped against him, totally at his mercy, her only choice to do anything he demanded. And when he pressed an insistent knee between her thighs, she obediently parted her legs. He snatched the space and cupping her bottom, pulled her up against his powerful heat. The hard thrust of him against her sex made Lilayni moan.
“Fuck…” he gritted, tearing his mouth from hers. “Fuck, I want you.”
Fire like she’d never known shot through her. “Oh God, yes…” And clasping her arms around his neck, pushing her body against him, she tried to bring him even closer.
But Damon pulled back, and she cried her loss.
“Strip,” he ordered, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt.
Lilayni kicked off her heels and wiggled out of her gold dress. But her breath caught partway as his muscular body came into full view.
He was magnificent. A dark hunter. And so much more than she’d ever imagined. Her mesmerized gaze remained caught by the tribal black lines of the roaring lion emblazoned across his left chest. She’d never known Damon had a tattoo, but if an image could describe him, this lion was it.
“All of it,” he said, his tone snapping with impatience.
She licked her dry lips and quickly unclipped her bra. His breath escaped in a low hiss as her full breasts swung free. She reached for her panties.
“Not that.” His voice stayed her hands. And coming to her, he knelt in front of her. “That… is mine to take,” he murmured, and he pressed his face to the white lace then pulled the little scrap of cloth down.
His tongue found her sensitive spot, and with a moan she braced herself with both hands on his broad shoulders as his mouth demanded and took.
Pleasure built, and spreading her legs wider for him, she rocked against his mouth, gasping and jumping in surprise when he nipped her swollen clit.
Damon laughed softly at her half-hearted attempt to wriggle out of his iron hold. “No chance, babe. After the way you teased me tonight, you’ll give me fucking everything.” And clasping her to him, he thrust his tongue into her sex in a merciless copy of the real thing.
Lilayni doubled over on a cry, her legs trembling, and her mind awash with the pleasure he was giving her. God, she hadn’t known what she was missing, how much her body had craved this, craved him.
A final thrust of his tongue and a flick of her clit, and he had her arching and crying out as her orgasm ripped all the way through her. But he didn’t give her time to recover, he was up, and discarding the rest of his clothes, had her back in his arms before she’d even caught her breath.
In one move, he lifted her against him and thrust into her, his rigid thickness spreading her sex and staking full claim.
“Oh God, Damon,” she choked as he filled her inch by thick inch. Her muscles clenched against him as her inexperienced body adjusted to something it hadn’t had for so long.
“Hell, you’re tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “So… tight.” And capturing her mouth with his, he seated himself fully in her and then began to move.
Lilayni clung to him, arms around his neck, legs wrapped around him as he thrust in and out of her, going faster and faster with every second. He released her mouth, and her muffled moans finally escaped.
“Come again for me, babe,” he growled in her ear. “I want to feel your heat.” He angled her on him so that his thrusts stroked her sensitive clit.
It was like an electric bolt lancing her. Lilayni cried out as her body shook and her climax built. And before she realized, she’d tipped over the edge of an orgasm so fierce it left her sobbing and clinging to him.
Damon twined his fingers through her hair and holding her tight to him, ploughed into her shattered body until on a shout, his climax pulsed out of him in wave after thick wave.
She didn’t know how he’d got them both into the bed, could only assume he’d carried her there and tucked her in while her mind had been dead to everything. But now in the comfort beneath the sheets, she snuggled against his sweet warmth and rested her head on his chest, her cheek on the black lion tattoo.
“You’re going to sleep?” he asked, lazily threading his fingers through her hair.
“A little. Maybe,” she whispered on a small yawn. Both Damon and the champagne were taking a toll on her, and in the cushiony depths of the bed, she fought to keep her eyes open.
He laughed softly. “Not when I’m around.” And flipping her beneath him, he dipped down, caught one pink nipple in his mouth, and sucked.
Sleep and anything close to it vanished in a blink, and Lilayni moaned and arched up in his arms, her need for him firing up like he’d pushed a button.
Damon released her breast, and glancing up, grinned his satisfaction. “We’ve a lot of catching up to do. You’ll not be sleeping before that.”
She giggled at his smug tone and stroked her fingers across the dark chiselled planes of his face. “You are too greedy.”
“Hell, yes, I am.” He moved up and over her. “It’s been too bloody long,” he murmured, gazing deep into her eyes. “I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, years ago, but I had to wait until you were ready.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But I was always ready for you.”
“Yeah, my little tease, I’m starting to realize. So now, you’ve a hell of a lot of time to make up for.” And he caught her mouth in a fiery kiss