God. She was incredible. So responsive and wild. Uninhibited and free. He needed to taste her. To dive between her legs and lap up all her slick heat. With her hands still roaming over his body, he yanked open the too-big jeans. They fell to the floor in a heap.
Hmm. Hips he could latch onto. Pussy he couldn’t wait to devour. Damien grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. With a flick of his wrists, Mia flew back and landed on the bed. Her ass hit the middle and she bounced up and down.
Fuck, yes. He dove after her, chasing her down as she backpedaled on the mattress. Her back found the wall and he grabbed her by the knees. He spread her wide open.
Damn. Pink and glistening, her slick heat called to him. Begged for his tongue to pillage. Plunder. Make her scream.
He leaned closer.
“You shouldn’t—I mean you don’t have to—”
Damien didn’t let her finish. His tongue lapped up her slit and Mia stopped talking. He flicked her clit and she moaned.
She bucked on the bed and he pinned her down. His hands gripped her inner thighs and Mia reached for his head. Her fingers fumbled over his scalp and pulled him closer.
Yes. That’s it. Ride my tongue. Damien licked and swirled his tongue around her clit, drinking in her nectar. Damn was she sweet. Her sex was as innocent and fucking pure as she was. The opposite of him.
Where he was rough and dirty, she was smooth and delicate. Where he was hard and violent, she was soft and gentle. Her body trembled and he dipped lower, thrusting his tongue inside her, groaning as her muscles clamped around him and pulled him deeper.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her. With a pussy that tight, he’d see stars.
Gone were thoughts about the cartel, Marcelo, even Melanie. All Damien could think about was Mia’s hot little body and how he wanted to drown in it. He’d been on the verge of collapse an hour before, but there was no stopping him now.
He would rock her world with more orgasms than she could take. Fill her up and satisfy every last need she had. They could worry about tomorrow in the morning.
“Damien. Please…” Mia whimpered above him and he released her leg to slip a finger inside her. Stroking her inner wall, he watched from the bed as she arched and moaned.
Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth fell open, and when he licked across her clit, she fell apart.
Damn.
Flushed cheeks, arched back, body frozen as pleasure coursed through her. No woman he’d been with had ever been so open. So raw. It had always been a means to an end. A quick fuck, a fast orgasm, and a gotta go, see you later.
Never this. Mia fell back on the bed, her hair fanned out around her, her arms thrown wide. She was an angel and he didn’t deserve her. But it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. At least for tonight.
Damien tugged his T-shirt off and threw it on the floor before crawling up the mattress. His shoes landed in a pair of thuds at the foot of the bed.
Mia rose up, but he pushed her back down.
“We’re nowhere close to done, babe. Don’t move.”
She reached for him anyway. “Don’t order me around.” Her hands landed on his belt and she ripped it open. Her fingers unfastened his button and pulled the zipper of his jeans down.
Her hand slipped beneath his boxers and Damien let out a low hiss. “What are you doing?”
Mia grinned. “Stroking your dick, I hope.”
Damien laughed. It was the second time she had managed it in a matter of hours. He never laughed anymore.
“Like what you feel?”
She bit her lip.
“What is it?”
Her brow furrowed. “Are you…um…Do you know…”
He kissed her silent before nudging her head to the side. His lips found her ear. “I’m clean.”
“Do you have a condom?” Her hand ran up and down his shaft and Damien shuddered.
“No.”
She turned her head and found his eyes. “Then make it count.”
8
MIA
She didn’t know what had come over her. Good girl Mia never had unprotected sex. But she was about to die, right? It didn’t matter what she did. No matter how many times she tried to get away, he caught her.
Damien leaned into her hand as she stroked up and down. Blame it on extenuating circumstances, but she was going to take the chance. She wanted to feel a man come inside her. She wanted to know what it was like at least once.
That it was the man who had kidnapped her—the one who she watched put a bullet in another man’s chest as he lay dying—should terrify her.
It didn’t.
Every touch of his lips on her skin burned. Every graze of his fingers up her thigh turned her molten. She wanted his cock to slice through her heat. She wanted his body pinning her to the mattress.