I waved my hands from my glasses to where my yoga pants bunched below my knees. The woman in front of him was who I truly was. These were the clothes I walked in. The glasses I saw through. The skin I lived in every day.
He rubbed the sharp angle of his jaw.
I couldn’t stop talking. “My work is my life. I left South Carolina for this grant. I left my family and all my friends to do something amazing. Something that fulfills me. I made sacrifices to move here. I’ve worked extremely hard. And it wasn’t to become the king’s side piece.” My chest heaved defiantly.
He finished his drink, pausing to respond. I didn’t know if I had completely pissed him off, or offended him on every level possible. There was a chance he was going to call security and dump me outside the palace gates.
“Did you consider maybe that’s why you are here, Molly?”
He deposited the bourbon glass and divided the space between us. He gently pinched the sides of my glasses, removing them from my face. He placed them next to empty glass.
My breath caught in the back of my throat.
“Now it’s your turn to listen.” He cupped my cheeks, crashing his lips against mine. I felt the weight of his mouth devour me in urgent gulps.
I closed my eyes, knowing I was going under. Drowning in his kiss. Surrendering to his need. Falling harder and faster than a star plummeting to Earth. I was lost. Locked and chained. And Damon Sauvage had hidden the key.
19
Damon
Her lips were sweeter than before. Maybe it was the wait. Two days of craving her. Wanting her. Needing her. Every obstacle placed in front of me.
She had no idea what it took to get to this moment.
I could devour her now. Taste her. Lick her. Coax those precious moans from her lips.
I reached for the pencil holding her hair atop her head and slowly slid it, dropping it to the floor. Her auburn waves cascaded to her shoulders. Her blue eyes followed my gaze.
Fuck. This woman killed me. It was like a curtain of innocence flowed around her.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. I kicked the door closed behind us. No one entered my bedroom without a direct summons. She was the only one who had that.
She reached forward, twisting my tie around her hand as she pulled it from my collar. I grinned wickedly. There were so many things I could do with that length of fabric. My cock hardened, picturing the silk wrapped against her wrists.
I hooked my thumbs on the band of her pants. The elastic stretched as I wrestled it over her hips and along her thighs. I had one mission. It was clear. I wanted her honey on my lips. I could lap her delicious pussy the rest of the night and be a happy man.
I pushed the hem of her shirt over her stomach. Molly, eagerly took it from me, raking it over her shoulders and off her head. Her tits bounced freely as she settled on my bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I blew a hot breath between her legs and she moaned. I touched her panties, groaning at how wet they were.
I didn’t know if her speech was to prove to herself that she still had willpower, or if it was for me to relinquish control. Maybe she wanted me to admit I wasn’t some cocky bastard. But I was. I was cocky as hell. Powerful. Demanding. None of those things were going to change. And certainly not in my bedroom.
I snapped the lace over her clit and she whimpered.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” I taunted, dragging a finger under the lace trim. I skimmed the hard bud of her clit, forcing her to buck into the contact.
She nodded.
“Then say it.” I grinned. “Say it was worth waiting for.”
She closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. I snapped her panties again, this time taking my finger to the other side, and pried her folds wide enough for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her, exposing the sugary syrup to my tongue. Fuck. She was delicious.
I was hard as steel.
“You shouldn’t have done it like that,” she whispered. “My research …” Her voice trailed off as I sank my tongue between her velvety lips and sucked against her clit. “… my laptop … my bag … at the library.”
I rose from between her legs, eyeing her. I had to suppress a groan. All I could think about was ripping the panties from her and fucking her with my tongue relentlessly. But I needed her to say it.
“It was worth every fucking minute you spent waiting here to have my tongue on your pussy, wasn’t it?” I ran my tongue to her entrance, shoving the panties out of my way.
“Oh shit.” She clutched the covers in her fists.
I looked up again.
Her skin was flushed. Her tits hardened in pointy peaks. She was a fucking goddess. I unzipped my dress pants, releasing my cock from the strain. With a few flicks, my buttons were off my shirt and it was on the floor with the rest of my clothes.