Page 18 of Damian’s Conquest

“Hand me a condom please.”

As he bent toward the bedside table, Naomi’s gaze was drawn to the mirror on the wall. She saw herself, and pushed back the hair from her neck to examine the spot where Damian had bitten her. But all she saw was unblemished skin. Had he bitten her on the other side? She pulled back the hair from that side of her neck too, but there was no sign of a bite either. Not even a reddening of the skin.

When she stared back at Damian, he held her gaze. “I thought you bit me. But my skin looks fine. It’s not even red.”

He put his hand on her nape and pulled her to him, so his mouth was only an inch from hers. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I was expecting to have a hickey. At least. You’re a magician.”

“Hardly.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and released her again. “But I am insatiable, so how about you put that condom on me, and ride me before I change my mind and toss you on your belly and ride you instead?”

At the image of Damian impaling her from behind, her entire body flushed.

He smiled. “I see, that’s apparently not a threat at all. I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

Delighted at how eager Damian was to continue their night of passion rather than get her to leave now that he’d gotten what he wanted, Naomi rolled the condom over his erection.

“You’re so big,” she marveled.

“I’m the right size for you,” he said and lay back on the sheets, his eyes on her, the golden shimmer back in his irises. “Ride me as slow or as fast as you want.”

She lifted herself on her knees and adjusted her position so Damian’s cock was poised at her pussy. She was still wet from earlier, and completely baffled how he could be hard again so soon. When she bore down on him and impaled herself, she caught him looking at her, his lips parted, and his skin glistened.

She’d never had sex with a man who hadn’t once closed his eyes, but was instead looking at her all the time. The other men, she suspected had probably thought of other women while they were having sex with her, sexier ones, slimmer ones. Yet Damian looked at her with such hunger in his eyes that she knew with certainty that he wasn’t thinking of anyone or anything else other than her at this moment.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “How come I’ve never seen you before?”

It didn’t look like he needed an answer from her. Instead, she began to ride him in a slow but steady tempo, enjoying the feeling of his cock filling her on every descent. When Damian reached for her, she thought at first that he wanted to urge her to go faster, but instead, he caressed her breasts almost as if worshipping them. She bent over him, bringing them to his face.

“Suck them,” she demanded.

Heat charged through her when he put his lips around one nipple, and licked his hot tongue over it, while he squeezed both breasts with his hands. She’d always loved it when a man licked and caressed her breasts, always known that they were very sensitive. But tonight, they seemed to be even more sensitive than before, because when Damian gently pressed his teeth against her soft flesh without biting down, a spear of electricity charged into her clit and ignited her.

“Damian, oh God, yes!”

He switched to the other nipple, dropped one hand to her pussy, and combed his fingers through her thatch of hair. When he touched her clit and rubbed over it, she increased her tempo, riding him faster now, impaling herself with more force.

Damian sucked her other nipple into his mouth and licked over it, before he pressed his teeth to her flesh, eliciting the same reaction from her as before. Fire seemed to charge through her entire body. Only thinking of the pleasure Damian was giving her, she let herself go and felt the waves of her orgasm crash over her.

Inside her, she suddenly felt waves of a different kind. Damian’s cock was spasming as he climaxed too. He let her nipple slip from his mouth when she collapsed on top of him, and put his arm around her back to hold her closely.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” His hot breath was at her ear.

“I can’t believe how good you make me feel.” And how much it had turned her on to feel his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of her breasts.

He stroked over her hair, then brought his hand to her nape and pulled her face to him. “You didn’t mind my teeth on your tits?”

“You made me come by doing that,” she admitted.

“Good.” He pulled her face to his for a kiss. When he released her, he smiled at her. “And now, I think I do need a short nap.”

She got the message. It was time for her to leave. She tried to sit up, but his arms around her held her back.

“Where’re you going?”

“Leaving. You said you wanted to sleep.”

“Yeah, but not alone. Or don’t you like to share a bed with the man you just made love to?”