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The sensation is as delicious as theod, delivers

With agonizing slowness, he kisses his way downparticular attention to the soft skin behindfor hi but withstand the storm of his touches

When he reaches my ankle and undoes the bond, I have to bite back a protest I want the freedo at Damien’s mercy

I hear his soft laugh and realize that he knows exactly what I’ “Don’t worry, sweetheart I’m not even close to done with you”

He releases my other ankle, then eases onto the bed so that he is between h he is h he has seen me this intimately countless times—I cannot help the heat of a blush that spreads over me

“Beautiful,” Das to his shoulders He tries to tug me closer, but I am immobile thanks to the bonds on ently blows on asp and squirm and then cry out as his ue sets my senses on fire

I arch up, because it is too much, but he refuses to relent He sucks and laves, his expert tongue teasing and tasting, pushing her until I a explosion, and I long for it, pushing toward it, wanting and craving it

And then he stops—and that swirling disk of pleasure that has been hurtling towardin front of me in the dark abyss of lost pleasure

“Damien” His name is a curse, a protest, but my words neither wound nor move him

“Soon,” he says calmly “Anticipation, remember?”

“Bastard,” I tease, but the word catches in my throat as he starts to lower ertip skihtly over my sex

“I haven’t fucked you like this,” he says “You on your back, legs up, helpless Me ondeep inside you Tell me, sweetheart, would you like that?”

I say nothing—his finger is wreaking too much havoc with my senses to let me lasso the power of speech—but my answer is in my body, and Damien well knows it With a small chuckle, he leans sideways and opens one of the small drawers that line the cabin-side of the bed

He reaches in and pulls out a faift that irlfriends presented me at my bachelorette party

“Daod”

“A goodie bag of sex toys see we should take on our honeymoon”

We’ve not had the chance to play with the contents, and now he peers inside and pulls out a bullet-style vibrator and so hoet I am, the lube is hardly necessary Unless …

“Damien …”

“Shhh You’re mine, remember To have To fuck To do hat I will Isn’t that why you greeted me the way you did, laid out and bound for my enjoyment?”

I lick my lips The man does have a point

He is kneeling on the bed, and s are spread open on either side of him Now he turns on the bullet and it softly vibrates in his hand He palhs The sensation is incredible, all thenear but not actually stroking my clit