The Tycoon’s Secret(54)
Sierra was falling fast. She knew they were most likely just words, but they were having a strong impact on her.
“You’re crowding me, Damien. I need air,” Sierra said, trying with every last reserve to gain back a semblance of her sanity.
“I could be a whole lot closer, darling.” Bitterness was radiating off of him in waves, and she was torn in half, trying to find the man she’d spent a week with in Australia inside this man who was so angry. She could see him masking the anger in sexual remarks and innuendos, and she didn’t know how to deal with it.
As if to prove his point, he leaned in, his hips pushing against hers, leaving her with no doubt that their argument hadn’t dimmed his desire. The feel of his solid erection pressing into her stomach created an instant response within Sierra.
“Point taken, you can ease back,” she said, but the breathless quality of her tone bellied her words. It was obvious to both of them that she wanted him – needed him – was hungry like a wild animal. Her pheromones were practically screaming out to take her.
Without another word, he closed the gap and took her mouth in a fit of rage, passion, frustration, and something more. It was the something more that had her moaning as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Chapter Twenty-One
Damien pulled back as he tried to regain control over his body. He was frustrated. He’d just told her everything of his past, something he’d never shared. He was angry at his mother, his relatives, the pain he’d gone through. He didn’t know any other way to reign in the pain other than by taking control. He had to get control, needed it more than he needed air. He had to push away the vulnerability.
As he pushed her, he noticed the flush to her skin, that her eyes were dilated. She wanted him and he had to take her, had to push away the past.
As he focused on desire, he was able to push the ill feelings away, forget about the Anderson’s and revenge. Everything in him pushed him to move forward, claim her as his own and ease the pain inside.
With reckless abandonment, he swooped down and captured her lips, holding nothing back as his tongue filled her mouth, taking immediate advantage of her gaped lips to dip inside, taste her softness, ease his desire.
The flames of his desire stoked out of control, soon reaching the point of no return. His right hand gripped the back of her head, holding her tightly against him, though she gave no effort of struggling, nor a sign of even wanting to.
His other hand moved from the couch, wrapping around her hip, his fingers caressing the tight plumpness of her curvy ass, pulling her tighter against his throbbing erection, making his intentions extremely clear.
Her hands were wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him closer to her, her mouth opened wide, inviting him inside. His movements became frantic as his need for her couldn’t get any greater. He couldn’t wait. He needed to bury himself within her. Even though he’d already taken her only a few hours earlier, he’d dreamed of her for two weeks, his body aching, day and night. Sierra’s responses mirrored his insatiable hunger.
With a groan from deep within, he tried to ease back, his mouth biting the skin on her neck and then sucking softly to soothe the intensity, ravishing each part of her. Damien’s heart accelerated at the soft moan escaping her swollen lips. Her arms clung to him, refusing his attempt to try to slow their eagerness. She wouldn’t allow him to stop. At this point, he couldn’t stop. He had to finish.
The sensations of her fingers boldly moving through his hair, parting the strands as her nails dug into his scalp, was driving him insane. He licked the pulse on her neck, felt the strong beat against his tongue as he inhaled her scent of vanilla and spice, something he’d forever associate with her.
An almost primal growl escaped his throat as he continued moving downward, his lips tasting the slight vee between her breasts. He leaned back far enough to undo her shirt. When he saw the many buttons, he knew he’d never have the patience to undo them all.
“I’ll replace this,” he said, his voice ragged, barely recognizable.
He quickly gripped each side of her blouse, and with the smallest effort, her shirt ripped open, the tinkling sound of buttons filled the air as they ricocheted off the table and walls. Her eyes widened in sheer craving.
If anything, the aggressive ripping of her shirt seemed to send her to another level of desire. She reached for him, trying to draw his head back to hers, but he wanted to kiss her exposed breasts, barely concealed by the lacey peach bra.
He moved his head to her peaked nipple, jutting through the fabric, begging for his attention. With his mouth opened wide, he took her nipple into his mouth – bra and all – sucking it deep, her nipple on the other side of the lace.