Time to finally win.
“I need you,” I say as my hands glide over the planes of his chest, each muscle tightening under my palms.
“I know what you need, beauty,” he growls.
Damon squeezes my arse before one of his hands slides down the back of my thigh. He grips the back of my knee and brings my leg up to hook around his hip. I cling to his shoulders and dig the heel of my foot into his firm arse cheek to steady myself.
His hard cock bobs against my stomach, making me desperate for him. Damon presses his chest to mine and claims my mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue collides with mine, and they battle together.
My blood heats to volcanic temperatures, my pussy clenching and dripping. I need him in me, filling me. Instead, Damon’s fingers make contact with my throbbing clit. He rubs around the hood in a soft circle before slipping down my wet folds to my entrance, where he slowly runs a fingertip around the outer rim before plunging two fingers inside. I cry out and my body clenches around his thick digits.
“You’re so fucking wet, Ella. Fuck, you unravel me, baby.”
Damon starts a steady rhythm with his fingers as he kisses down my neck. I throw my head back and moan as he nibbles at my pulse point. I don’t know what it is about his nibbles but they turn my insides to mush. Moans pour from me as he pulls his fingers out and rubs hard on my hooded pearl.
My body trembles in his hold. Damon releases his grip on my arse to grip my hip, and walks me back a step, until my back presses against the cold, tiled shower wall. His assault on my pussy doesn’t stop. He alternates between finger fucking me and caressing my clit.
His other hand slips from my hip to my back, and slowly strokes up my spine. Goosebumps break out across my skin and I whimper. My nails dig into his neck as my orgasm builds, ready to break and make me float.
“Damon,” I cry. I just need something more, it’s not enough. Damon seems to notice, and his hand leaves my back to grasp my hair. He tugs, pulling my head back, and my chin juts into the air. Damon’s lips travel up my neck to rest at the tip of my chin.
His hand cups my pussy, his palm presses into my clit, his finger hooks in me. He hits my secret bundle of nerves, making me scream. Fuck, it feels so good.
I grind into his palm as he closes his lips around my chin and gently bites, pulling my hair at the same time. A deep feral growl erupts from him, vibrating into me, tearing a moan from me.
“Damon… oh fuck…. Damon… I’m gonna… ohhhh,” I pant out.
My upper body erupts with chills as Damon pulls away from me slightly, only to latch on to my nipple, biting with enough sting to send me over the edge. I scream his name as wave after wave of pure bliss rolls through me.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Alicia Taylor was born and raised in the
East Midlands town of Derby, England, where she lives with her family and mass
of animals – she’s a huge family and animal lover.
Writing powerful love stories and
creating Alpha males with a dash of darkness has become a passion of mine, and
I have many stories and characters swirling in my head that I can’t wait to
share with you all. Is it weird to have so many voices in my head? I’m not
crazy, I promise… maybe a little bit.
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Natalie Townson is 33, a mother of one
beautiful little boy and lives in Gloucester in the UK with her Husband.
Corrupted is her debut novel that is a book one of the manipulation trilogy,
that she co writes with Alicia Taylor. Warped is book two in the manipulation
series. She has had a love of reading since a young age and her favorite
authors are Sophie Kinsella, J.S.Scott, Melody Anne and Stephanie Meyer to name
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