Page 22 of An Illicit Seduction

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

His warm breath danced across the side of her face and brought with it a shiver she couldn’t escape.

“Wha—what you…ooh…mean?”

Biting her shoulder, he ceased his thrusting and began to grind into her. “Don’t fucking play with me, Seraph. Something is different with you. I can feel that shit.”

Even as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her nerve endings jolted with each scrap against her spot, she lifted her ass, trying to take more of him. “Damon,” she moaned breathlessly. “Shit.”

Momentarily distracted by her impending climax that he could probably feel approaching from inside of her, Damon grunted and shoved his hands underneath her body to palm her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Uh-huh. Gimme that shit. Let it go.”

Shoving her mouth onto a pillow, Seraph screamed through her release, the feeling of letting the sound out through her mouth somehow intensifying the feelings between her thighs. She came so hard that tears sprung to her eyes and she felt like she was melting into the mattress. As usual, Damon gave her no time to relish in her climax, quickly pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back before sliding back inside and returning to the power-fucking he’d initially employed.

He held her thighs open and thrust into her at a downward angle for several seconds before pulling out and shooting his release onto her gaping sex.

Panting, she stared up at him, wondering at the pinched look on his face as he pumped his dick and squeezed every drop onto her body. When he was done, he surprised her by rubbing his come into her skin, treating it like lotion as he massaged it into her belly and circled her nipples with wet fingers.

“Don’t ever give my shit away,” he rasped in a voice that sounded tight with barely controlled rage. “Your orgasms belong to me.”

Seraph blinked up at him, slightly terrified of the dip in his baritone that sounded nothing like Damon’s voice. It was clear that whatever was using Damon as a host was just there, under the surface of his luminescent skin, and the last thing she probably should be doing was needling the beast. However, knowing what she was dealing with, she couldn’t keep the questions from falling from her lips.

“Why?”

He gave her a sharp look, brown eyes glittering as if a fire was burning behind them.

“Why what?”

“Why do my orgasms belong to you?”

“Because I need them.”

Scooting up on the bed, Seraph pushed herself up into a sitting position and faced him.

“You always say that, but what does that mean? Why do you need my orgasms?”

A few moments passed while he stared at her in silence, his eyes narrowed as he observed her.

“Why are you asking me that now? Like you said, I always say that.”

She pursed her lips, not swayed by his attempt at redirection. “I’m asking now because you’ve never smeared come on my titties and told me not to give your orgasms away.” She swung her hand between the two of them. “This isn’t a relationship, and we’ve never said anything about being exclusive, so when did my orgasms become yours?”

Grasping her ankles, Damon slowly pulled them toward him, spreading them on either side of his body until the loss of balance made her fall back against the bed and she was spread eagle in front of him.

“Your orgasms became mine when I started pulling them motherfuckers out of you like candy bars from a vending machine.” Rising to his knees, he sank into her again, and her back bowed off of the bed as the sheer fullness of him made her breath catch in her chest.

Hooking one of her knees over his arm, he leaned forward and brought a hand to her throat as he began a slow grind into her warmth. With one hand, she grabbed his wrist and with the other, she grabbed his opposite bicep.

“Am I lying?”

Lost in the overload of sensations, Seraph didn’t know what the question referenced, but she was quick to shake her head in hopes that it was the right answer. When he leaned down and flicked his tongue against her nipple before tugging the hard point into his mouth, she released a shaky breath and clenched around his dick.

“Do these orgasms belong to me?”

This time, she nodded but instead of rewarding her with attention on her other nipple, Damon squeezed the sides of her throat, using his fingers to apply pressure that made her instantly lightheaded. Combined with the way his dick was grazing her walls, the move had her ready to give up the ghost.

“Say it.”

Her eyes popped open to find him staring down at her, expression dour as he worked her over.