heat from her. “God, you're so wet.” A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt him insert
a second finger, and then a third: stretching her, caressing her, stabbing deep in an erotic effort to push
her over the edge and get her ready for him. Nicole couldn't stand it any longer. She fractured into a
thousand pieces, her body trembling in violent waves of pleasure as the powerful orgasm shook her.
She cried out, fisting her hands in his hair, tears streaming down her face at the power of her release.
She felt completely exposed...vulnerable...entirely open to his command. “You are beautiful.”
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, taking her to her room, and laid her gently on the bed. He
grasped her thighs with his strong, firm hands and knelt between her legs, gently easing them apart.
And then he took the length of his rigid, sex into his hand and pressed the head against her core. His
erection felt enormous against her entrance—so much so that Nicole wondered if she would be able to
take all of him inside her. But she wanted him. All of him. A low, throaty hiss escaped his lips as he
thrust forward into her tight, hot sheath, stretching her with the heavy width of his sex. It had been
years since she'd been with anyone and even then it was only twice. She started to moan as her body
stretched to accommodate his size, her hands pushing against the muscular wall of his chest in an
automatic response to the slight burning sensation of his dominant entry.
Damon started to pull away, concern shadowing his eyes. “No...please.” Nicole cried out. “I'm fine.”
Damon took her hands from his chest and held them down above her head, pinning both arms gently
in one strong hand. “Relax.” He bent to taste her breasts again, easing up on the pressure while her
body adjusted to his size. “That's it, honey, you were made for me...you can take more.” He groaned in
sheer ecstasy when her body finally accepted the full length of him, and her answering groan told him
all she couldn't say. Together, they slowly began to move in unison, her hips rising to meet his every
thrust, his hard, flat pelvis lingering and rotating against her cleft to heighten her pleasure. “You feel
so...damn...good.” Nicole reached up to cup his face and the rhythm picked up. Damon continued to
bury himself deep inside of her, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal only to thrust forward
again and again, until the passion grew so intense between them he could no longer restrain his need.
He began to plunge harder...faster...each stroke more urgent, more possessive than the last.
Nicole clutched at his shoulders, dug her fingernails into his back. She cried out, raising her hips to
meet his...writhing beneath him. She took all he could give her and wanted even more...would always
want more.
Damon felt her release and his soon followed. His body stilled savoring the last tremors of her body
against his, his head buried in the crook of her neck, breathing her scent in and stopping short of
biting her sweet neck arched for the taking. Knowing if he didn't get away he would do just that, he
pushed himself up and away from her.
Not really knowing what to do or say, Nicole had a sudden fit of nerves and embarrassment. Pulling
the sheet over her body, she glanced at Damon under lowered lashes to see his reaction to what they
just shared. She needed to say something instead of sitting here like some pitiful virgin waiting for
words of love and worship. God, she was pathetic. “You hungry?” Her voice squeaked. Clearing her
throat, she asked again. “You hungry?”
She had no idea just how hungry he was. Nodding his head, he looked toward the bathroom. “You
mind if I take a shower?”
“No, go ahead.” Nicole wrapped the sheet around her and stood up. “Towels are in the closet by the
bathroom door.”
He nodded. “Thanks.”
Nicole hated this awkwardness toward each other. She just had the
a second finger, and then a third: stretching her, caressing her, stabbing deep in an erotic effort to push
her over the edge and get her ready for him. Nicole couldn't stand it any longer. She fractured into a
thousand pieces, her body trembling in violent waves of pleasure as the powerful orgasm shook her.
She cried out, fisting her hands in his hair, tears streaming down her face at the power of her release.
She felt completely exposed...vulnerable...entirely open to his command. “You are beautiful.”
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, taking her to her room, and laid her gently on the bed. He
grasped her thighs with his strong, firm hands and knelt between her legs, gently easing them apart.
And then he took the length of his rigid, sex into his hand and pressed the head against her core. His
erection felt enormous against her entrance—so much so that Nicole wondered if she would be able to
take all of him inside her. But she wanted him. All of him. A low, throaty hiss escaped his lips as he
thrust forward into her tight, hot sheath, stretching her with the heavy width of his sex. It had been
years since she'd been with anyone and even then it was only twice. She started to moan as her body
stretched to accommodate his size, her hands pushing against the muscular wall of his chest in an
automatic response to the slight burning sensation of his dominant entry.
Damon started to pull away, concern shadowing his eyes. “No...please.” Nicole cried out. “I'm fine.”
Damon took her hands from his chest and held them down above her head, pinning both arms gently
in one strong hand. “Relax.” He bent to taste her breasts again, easing up on the pressure while her
body adjusted to his size. “That's it, honey, you were made for me...you can take more.” He groaned in
sheer ecstasy when her body finally accepted the full length of him, and her answering groan told him
all she couldn't say. Together, they slowly began to move in unison, her hips rising to meet his every
thrust, his hard, flat pelvis lingering and rotating against her cleft to heighten her pleasure. “You feel
so...damn...good.” Nicole reached up to cup his face and the rhythm picked up. Damon continued to
bury himself deep inside of her, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal only to thrust forward
again and again, until the passion grew so intense between them he could no longer restrain his need.
He began to plunge harder...faster...each stroke more urgent, more possessive than the last.
Nicole clutched at his shoulders, dug her fingernails into his back. She cried out, raising her hips to
meet his...writhing beneath him. She took all he could give her and wanted even more...would always
want more.
Damon felt her release and his soon followed. His body stilled savoring the last tremors of her body
against his, his head buried in the crook of her neck, breathing her scent in and stopping short of
biting her sweet neck arched for the taking. Knowing if he didn't get away he would do just that, he
pushed himself up and away from her.
Not really knowing what to do or say, Nicole had a sudden fit of nerves and embarrassment. Pulling
the sheet over her body, she glanced at Damon under lowered lashes to see his reaction to what they
just shared. She needed to say something instead of sitting here like some pitiful virgin waiting for
words of love and worship. God, she was pathetic. “You hungry?” Her voice squeaked. Clearing her
throat, she asked again. “You hungry?”
She had no idea just how hungry he was. Nodding his head, he looked toward the bathroom. “You
mind if I take a shower?”
“No, go ahead.” Nicole wrapped the sheet around her and stood up. “Towels are in the closet by the
bathroom door.”
He nodded. “Thanks.”
Nicole hated this awkwardness toward each other. She just had the
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