Deepest Kiss (Stark Trilogy #3.10/Stark Ever After #6) by J. Kenner

now the strength that I may need later. Because if it turns out that my father really is a lying, blackmailing sack of shit, then the only way I’m going to get through that is tight in the circle of Damien’s embrace.
    “Please,” I murmur. “Please, Damien. I need you.”
    “I’m right here,” he promises. “For now and for always.”
    “I know.” My fingers fumble at the buttons on his shirt. “Take this off,” I demand, leaving him to deal with his own damn buttons as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt and peel it off, foregoing the pleasure of Damien undressing me in favor of the wilder, more urgent need to feel skin against skin.
    I practically rip my bra off, then shove down my jeans. I wait on the underwear, because Damien is still mostly dressed, and that’s just not good enough for me. I reach for the fly of his slacks, then slide my hand in to cup his erection.
    Slowly, I tilt my head back to meet his eyes. I’m breathing hard, and so is he, and right then I want more than just him. I want to be the one in control. I want to be the one who takes him to the edge.
    Gently, I ease his cock out from his briefs and pants. He’s still essentially dressed, and I’m mostly naked, and I like the way that feels. A little decadent, a little submissive. I look up again. “Tell me to suck your cock.”
    I see the reaction to my words reflected on his face. A wild almost violent passion. “Suck my cock,” he demands, grabbing my hair and urging me forward. “And don’t stop. I want to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow.”
    His words, so raw, cut through me, making my sex clench with a longing that won’t be satisfied until I do as he says. I take his cock into my mouth, and even though he’s got a grip on my head, I’m the one in control. My tongue. My lips. I draw him in and out, sucking and teasing, my own pleasure growing as I feel his body tighten.
    Then he turns the tables, wresting control away from me by tightening his grip on my hair and holding me in place as he fucks my mouth. It’s not what I’d intended—I wanted to be the one in charge—but that doesn’t matter. He’s taking what he wants, and I fucking love it. Even the hardness. The rawness. The way I can barely breathe. The way that he’s using me, taking what I’ve so willingly given and then—
yes—
exploding in my mouth, his back arching as he cries out and I suck every last drop out of him.
    “Oh, baby,” he says, sinking to his knees in front of me. “Holy fuck, Nikki.” He pulls me close and kisses me hard, claiming my mouth once again in a kiss so deep and hot I feel the pull of it all the way between my legs.
    I’m breathing hard when we break apart, my need wild and urgent. “My turn,” I demand, my voice firm but breathy.
    He nods, then reaches for my panties to tug them off.
    “No,” I insist. “Leave them on.”
    His brow rises with amusement, but he says nothing, and as I lean back and spread my legs, Damien starts to kiss his way up my inner thighs. His touch is soft. Sensual. And it sends electric shocks through me, so intense I’m surprised I’m not melting.
    At first, his touch is gentle, but he becomes more heated—more demanding—as his lips and fingers move higher and higher. When he reaches my lace-covered sex, his fingers slip beneath the elastic and I groan with pleasure as his fingers stroke me—and then gasp in surprised delight when he violently shoves them aside and thrusts his fingers deep inside me, even as his mouth closes over my clit.
    He finger-fucks me mercilessly as his tongue teases my clit. I squirm, the sensation almost too much to bear, but Damien takes no pity on me. He grabs my hips and holds me still so I have no choice but to take everything he has to offer because there is no way to escape even the smallest bit of this pleasure that is so acute it is as sharp as pain.
    My muscles begin to tremble and electricity courses through me. I feel it in my inner thighs, in