Page 7 of An Illicit Seduction

The shock of speaking those five letters broke through her consciousness, and she jolted awake, heart pounding and breaths heavy. Before she could even begin to process the incredibly erotic—and highly inappropriate—dream she’d awakened from, she realized that a heavy weight had settled over her body and was pressing her into the mattress. It was an almost comforting weight until she recognized the shape of a dick rubbing against her pussy.

Her shoulders tensed as panic seized her. She tried to feel around, but her limbs felt like boulders attached to her body. As she lay there, willing her arms to heed the instructions her brain was commanding, she felt a jolt of sensation between her legs that caused her body to arch off of the bed similarly to the dream she had just abandoned. Her body was buzzing with electricity the same intensity of her subconscious, and when rough hands gripped her waist to anchor her to the bed as he ground against her harder, Seraph’s only thoughts were of release.

“Shit!” she cried as the heat that had begun building in her core in her dream intensified and her toes curled.

The numbness in her limbs dissipated, and she quickly wrapped her legs around the mystery god’s waist, gripping his biceps tightly as if they were the only thing to keep her from hurtling into space. She’d thought her dream was intense, but this reality was one thousand times better. Lust coated her thoughts, and she was two seconds from begging him to put his dick inside of her when she trailed her hands up his shoulders to his face and mentally stuttered when she came to a familiar jawline. Breaths quickening for an entirely different reason, she let her fingers walk across his skin and nearly screamed when they dipped into two cavernous dimples underlined by a short beard.

This can’t be. She had to still be dreaming.

“Da—Damon?”

He grunted absently, obviously focused on what was happening where their bodies met. “Yeah, baby.”

As soon as she heard the “y” begin to form in the back of his throat, she started to buck her hips to get him off of her. He’d lost his fucking mind!

“Oh my god, Damon. What the fuck—what are you doing in here?! Get off of me!”

Instead of complying with her command, he used his fingers to dig into her flesh and rotated his hips quickly, successfully shoving her toward her pinnacle.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned, body convulsing as she climaxed beneath him.

He hurriedly lifted off of her and scooted down between her legs, covering her pussy with his mouth. He latched onto her clit with suction so intense that her orgasm ratcheted up several notches and she had to pull the pillow from beneath her head to muffle her screams. A second orgasm quickly ripped through her, and her legs trembled around his head as she begged him to stop, but he was relentless.

“Damon, oh God, please! I can’t—I can’t…”

However, he ignored her, his palms hot against her thighs as he held them open and devoured her until the pressure became so unbearable that stars burst beneath her eyelids and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Exhausted, she collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving, eyes staring unfocused above her until she drifted back to sleep.

A soft knock at the door roused her, and she immediately scrambled to try and cover herself, stopping short when she realized that she was still wearing her silk pajama set. Although she hadn’t removed it when she’d first climbed into bed, she distinctly remembered being naked when she woke up with Damon planted between her thighs. Confused, she sat up and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. Had it all been a dream?

The door opened and Jaime poked her head in the door. “Seraph, you up?”

“Ye—” Seraph coughed to clear the thick, sleep-induced huskiness out of her voice. “Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?”

The door opened wider, and Jaime stepped into the room.

“Oh!” She stopped short and her eyes widened. Seraph followed her gaze and sucked in a breath when her eyes landed on Damon, who was lying on his stomach beside her with his arms folded under his head as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

“I, uh, I heard a noise—almost like a yell, and I came to see if you were okay.”

Nerves gripped Seraph’s throat. Had Jaime heard her moaning Damon’s name?

Laughing lightly, she shook her head and pulled the duvet tighter around her chest. “Oh, my bad. I rolled over in my sleep and this fool scared me. I thought I was going to have a bed to myself.”

Squinting, Jaime leaned further into the room, allowing a sliver of light from the hallway to shine on the bed. Seraph prayed that it was still too dark in the room for Jaime to make out Damon’s features, but when the other woman’s eyes widened and a knowing grin appeared on her face, Seraph realized that her prayer hadn’t reached higher than the vaulted ceiling.

“Jaime—”

“Uh, uhn.” Jaime shook her head, grinning as wide as her cheeks would stretch. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Miss I’d Rather Starve Than Choke On Damon’s Dick. I see my passion punch did what it was supposed to do.”

Seraph opened her mouth to deny the assumption, but the look on Jaime’s face made her sigh. It would have been a waste of good breath. The other woman backed out of the room until only her head was inside.

“I’ll let you get your rest so when the youngin’ wakes up for the next round you can be ready.” Cackling, Jaime pulled the door closed softly and the light under the door disappeared, casting Seraph in complete darkness with a motionless body beside her. If nothing else, she knew she didn’t want to be there when Damon woke up from whatever drug bender he was on.

She didn’t think; she just jumped out of the bed and groped along her body to make sure wasn’t in another dream and truly did have on all her clothes, bra included. Satisfied that everything of importance was there, she quietly opened the door and crept out into the hallway, heading for the living room where she knew the basket of keys was. The overhead light was off, but the glow from the muted television bounced off of several faces, in various stages of alertness and slumber. Finding the basket quickly, she dug inside until she found her key fob and immediately slipped out of Jaime’s house into the dead of night, determined to forget every salacious memory from that darkened bedroom.

CHAPTER FIVE

Laying Claim