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Hisat my navel His hands have slid down over the dress, and he is easing it up The soft lides over my skin even as Damien’s lips ease down His kisses are feather soft across ently, sweetly, over my pubis before he continues lower, and then lower still My back arches involuntarily, and I gasp as his tongue flicks playfully over , overthe soft inner skin at the apex ofme wider for him I want to shift my hips, to writhe from the pleasure of his oh-so-inti me exactly as he wants me I raise my hand to my mouth, then bite down on the soft pad at the base of my thumb as I turn rows inside ue increases the sweet pleasure, slowly, slowly, so painfully slowly

And then it all explodes, and I arch up, my mouth open, but my cry silenced by Damien who has slid up ht of his His mouth closes over rily, then ainst the soft earth at either side of me as he lifts himself and looks intoto playfulness

"Better?" he asks with a cocky grin

"Oh, yes," I say, then ease up onto my elbows so that I can sit up

"No," he says "Lay back"

I arch a brow, a, Mr Stark What exactly do you want from me?"

"I want you naked," he says, and now the playfulness is gone as fast as it came, replaced by lust and heat so potent it ain

"Oh"

Slowly, he lifts the hem of my dress I don’t protest I siarment up and over my head He tosses it aside, then pulls his white T-shirt off before his fingers go to the buttons of his jeans

"I’ht here, on the war to clai on, because you are o froh his words were not a question but a demand "Oh, yes"

His hands skim over me, his eyes full of adoration I have always known that I am pretty, but when Damien looks at me, I feel more than beautiful I feel special