Page 12 of An Illicit Seduction

The hunger in his eyes caused a gush of moisture to ruin her panties and gooseflesh to bubble all over her body. Was it possible to be aroused and terrified at the same damn time?

When Damon reached down and squeezed his dick over his sweats, Seraph clenched her thighs together and took a step backward, hand gripping the doorknob tightly. Her mind screamed for her to close and lock the door—to put some distance in between the two of them until he came to his senses, no matter how long that took—but that same compulsion that pulled her from behind the door rooted her where she stood, making her wait for his next move.

Silently, Damon stepped over the threshold of her apartment, removing her hand from the knob and pushing the door closed behind him. She walked backward, stumbling over her own feet as she tried not to get run over by his commanding presence. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her flush against his body.

“Careful,” he said, his tone laced with a warning that she wasn’t sure how to process. Did he mean that she should be careful with her steps or careful with how she handled him? She couldn’t figure it out and refused to ask because the last thing she needed was any sort of clarification about anything from him. All she needed was for him to exit her apartment and—maybe—move back to Dallas.

Pulling out of his grasp, she backed up until she could step around one of the armchairs in her living room, putting some much-needed space in between them.

“It’s late and I need to go to bed.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes trained on her. “You’re right.”

She sighed, her shoulders drooping with relief. “Thank you.”

With quick strides, she crossed the living room, her hand outstretched as she reached for the doorknob. And just as her hand made contact with the cool metal, she felt the heat of Damon’s body against her back as his hands fell to her hips, freezing her in place. His lips grazed her neck, and the soft touch made each of the tiny hairs all over her body stand on end as a full-body shiver consumed her. She bit her lip to stifle the soft moan that tried to escape from her mouth. He didn’t need to be encouraged by her.

Determined fingers trailed down her thighs until they reached the hem of her gown. He bunched the fabric into his fists and slowly lifted it up her body.

Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Seraph curved her hips forward, trying to move them away from the hard body standing behind her.

“Da—think about this, don’t—”

He released the fabric and slid his hands underneath, sliding his palms up her torso until he reached her unrestrained breasts. Cupping each globe in his hands, he rubbed his nose along the shell of her ear.

“Don’t… stop?” He pinched and pulled at her nipples, and her head fell forward, hitting the door with a thud as she tried to bite back a moan, succeeding only in forcing out the sound from the back of her throat. “Okay.” He wrapped an arm under her breasts and used his knee to nudge her legs apart. For all her protesting, her legs spread easily, and he stuck two fingers in his mouth before shoving them inside of her panties and expertly finding her clit, massaging it intently with the wet digits.

“Come for me,” he murmured against her ear once she began grinding against his hand. “I need it.”

He rubbed her until she was squirming in his arms and then dropped to his knees, pulling down her panties as he descended and pushing her legs as wide as they could go with her underwear as a restraint. He attacked her clit from behind, the different angle adding another level of sensation that made Seraph press her hot cheek against the cool door.

“When are you going to stop pretending you don’t want this?”

“I’m…ooh…not pretending,” she murmured breathlessly, fighting not to close her legs while succumbing to the climax that was determined to take her under. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I can’t.”

“That’s too bad.” Damon’s voice was an even cadence that belied the havoc he was wreaking on her. “He sure as fuck wants you.”

She panted. “Huh? What do you—I’m—this is wrong. Ah!” A shockwave rocked her and her body began to quake. “Soooo wrong,” she moaned.

Licking a trail from the cuff of her ass cheek to the base of her spine, Damon slipped his thumb into her contracting folds and asked, “But how does it feel?”

Her response was lost as her orgasm crested. She shot up on her tiptoes and cried out as she shook uncontrollably, gripping the doorknob to keep herself grounded. When her heels touched the floor, Damon stood and spun her around.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right now.”

Chest heaving and pussy grasping at air, trying like hell to latch on to something, Seraph tried one more tactic to derail this train.

“What would your father say if he heard you say that to me?” Surely, her Uncle Louis would grab Damon by the scruff of his neck and shake some sense into him.

Instead of answering, Damon dragged her across the room and pushed her face down on the couch with her ass hiked in the air.

“I told Louis how much I want you, how badly I needed you, and you know what he said to me?” He pulled her panties completely off, tossing the constricting material dismissively.

“What did he say?” She turned her head to watch as he then tugged his shirt over his head and pushed his pants down. A whimper oozed from her mouth as she took in his immaculate dick and the gorgeous body it was attached to. Those shoulders and the sprinkling of kinky hair across his chest; the steely, dark-brown rod jutting out from his hips. She swallowed hard and felt the muscles in her pussy clench in anticipation.

“He said ‘If she’s anything like her mother, it’ll be the best pussy you’ve ever had’.”

He licked his hand and pumped his dick once, twice, before climbing onto the couch behind her and lifting one of her legs to rest on the back of the couch.