wanted more than to pin her to the wall and fuck her, she realized. Maybe she should fear him, especially since he looked so fearsome, but the raw edge she sensed in him electrified her. Made her gush with warmth and moisture, the way she knew would drive him crazy.
She'd invited Cruise for a late dinner, knowing her security team would be informing him of her decision and hoping to make him jealous, but she hadn't counted on him keeping up with her in real time, being updated constantly about her whereabouts. That spoke more about her effect on him than words ever could. It meant they had a chance together.
Ever since she had found out he wasn't human she'd only wanted him more. Learning bits and pieces about his past, discovering him from his brother, Dominic, who was extremely generous with information, had been very rewarding. She felt a sense of connection with this not-quite-human man that she had never felt with anyone, and she knew it could not be faked or reproduced. Even though men like Gerard Cruise would satisfy her in bed, if she ever accepted their offers, they would never sate her spirit.
Damian was wild – a creature unrestrained. He had the power to seduce her, to dominate her mind, as well as her body. He was so twisted inside, so filled with guilt and pain and so many other feelings – but then, so was she. They complemented each other in such a natural way that she wondered how she'd found such a perfect match.
In every way.
This time she didn't move from her place on the couch, watching him warily. She was wearing her silk robe, having decided on being naked under it. She planned to give him a show this time, entice his mind, as well as his body. She needed him to want her, to need her so badly that he'd take the leap with her. A leap of faith.
She'd let herself be hunted then. She'd let herself become a prey to his viciousness. To his raw masculine spirit. There was nothing she wanted more, actually.
His muscles were straining against his shirt, indicating he'd been for a run. She knew he had recently shifted – everything in the posture of his body screamed it. It was eerie how she knew him so well already, but it seems she'd discovered some of his buttons and loved to push it.
One of those is me. I'm a weakness for him.
And she plan to exploit it. Herself.
Spreading her own legs open in front of him, Zoe smiled coyly as she pushed a manicured digit inside her mouth to moisten it before dragging it through her folds, making a point to moan loudly, licking her lips before biting her lower one. She knew from experience he loved biting her lips, biting anything of hers. Nipping and nibbling, suckling – he loved doing all those things to her, and she enjoyed it, in return.
His pained groan was testament to how much he wanted her, and as though that wasn't enough, his cock pressed against the constricting fabric of his jeans, begging to be let out. In a couple of swift motions, Damian released it, stroking it like a pet monster waiting to pounce.
Zoe was feeling slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen to her brain, her blood increasingly heading south.
She read it in his eyes that he was about to snap and decided to prolong the torture, giving him a show he was unlikely to forget.
“Wait,” she said. “I need to know.”
“What?” he growled, barely holding himself together. She saw his clenched fists, his pursed lips. He was on the verge and she was pushing it.
“I need to know if this pleases you.”
Wordlessly, she pushed the robe off her body and lifted herself to her knees before turning around on hands and knees, parting her legs and leaning down on the couch to rest her head on her hands, her moist slit available for him.
She heard his gasp and felt the sizzling electricity in the air, but she had no idea what he would do. There was a rustling of clothes and zippers and then she felt him behind her. He
She'd invited Cruise for a late dinner, knowing her security team would be informing him of her decision and hoping to make him jealous, but she hadn't counted on him keeping up with her in real time, being updated constantly about her whereabouts. That spoke more about her effect on him than words ever could. It meant they had a chance together.
Ever since she had found out he wasn't human she'd only wanted him more. Learning bits and pieces about his past, discovering him from his brother, Dominic, who was extremely generous with information, had been very rewarding. She felt a sense of connection with this not-quite-human man that she had never felt with anyone, and she knew it could not be faked or reproduced. Even though men like Gerard Cruise would satisfy her in bed, if she ever accepted their offers, they would never sate her spirit.
Damian was wild – a creature unrestrained. He had the power to seduce her, to dominate her mind, as well as her body. He was so twisted inside, so filled with guilt and pain and so many other feelings – but then, so was she. They complemented each other in such a natural way that she wondered how she'd found such a perfect match.
In every way.
This time she didn't move from her place on the couch, watching him warily. She was wearing her silk robe, having decided on being naked under it. She planned to give him a show this time, entice his mind, as well as his body. She needed him to want her, to need her so badly that he'd take the leap with her. A leap of faith.
She'd let herself be hunted then. She'd let herself become a prey to his viciousness. To his raw masculine spirit. There was nothing she wanted more, actually.
His muscles were straining against his shirt, indicating he'd been for a run. She knew he had recently shifted – everything in the posture of his body screamed it. It was eerie how she knew him so well already, but it seems she'd discovered some of his buttons and loved to push it.
One of those is me. I'm a weakness for him.
And she plan to exploit it. Herself.
Spreading her own legs open in front of him, Zoe smiled coyly as she pushed a manicured digit inside her mouth to moisten it before dragging it through her folds, making a point to moan loudly, licking her lips before biting her lower one. She knew from experience he loved biting her lips, biting anything of hers. Nipping and nibbling, suckling – he loved doing all those things to her, and she enjoyed it, in return.
His pained groan was testament to how much he wanted her, and as though that wasn't enough, his cock pressed against the constricting fabric of his jeans, begging to be let out. In a couple of swift motions, Damian released it, stroking it like a pet monster waiting to pounce.
Zoe was feeling slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen to her brain, her blood increasingly heading south.
She read it in his eyes that he was about to snap and decided to prolong the torture, giving him a show he was unlikely to forget.
“Wait,” she said. “I need to know.”
“What?” he growled, barely holding himself together. She saw his clenched fists, his pursed lips. He was on the verge and she was pushing it.
“I need to know if this pleases you.”
Wordlessly, she pushed the robe off her body and lifted herself to her knees before turning around on hands and knees, parting her legs and leaning down on the couch to rest her head on her hands, her moist slit available for him.
She heard his gasp and felt the sizzling electricity in the air, but she had no idea what he would do. There was a rustling of clothes and zippers and then she felt him behind her. He
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