Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
When the material was lying on the counter beside her, the air caused her nipples to become even harder. He stared at her breasts, made this inhuman sound of pleasure, and grabbed the root of his cock again.
“Damien, I need you.”
“Not here, baby. I’m not having your first time be in the kitchen.”
He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt.
Before she could move he was lifting her in his arms. She felt secure and protected, and right now that was exactly what she needed.
Maybe it was weird to be doing this with a man she really didn’t know, with a man that was so much older than she was and her father’s friend, but right now she could only picture her and Damien. There were no obstacles between them, no worries or tribulations that awaited.
It was just two people that really needed to be together.
“Take me to my room, Damien,” she murmured against his mouth, and told him where to go. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Damien strode down her short hallway to the only bedroom in her apartment. When Damien stopped in front of her closed door all he did was hold her tightly to his body and breathe out heavily.
“And you’re sure about this?” he asked her softly, but with the same hard edge to his voice as before.
“I’m sure.” She reached out and pushed her door open. The room was dark, the light from the parking lot spilling through the partially drawn blinds, but Danika could see him well enough.
He was watching her, maybe having second thoughts now that they were actually about to do this. But then he stepped inside and shut the door behind them.
He set her on her feet. She had no shirt on, but even if she should have been cold, all she felt was heat, white-hot heat. He wore his shirt still, and she wished he would remove it.
Lifting her hand she ran her fingers along his chest, and felt the muscles underneath the damp material flex and contract. Shadows covered his face, but his need for her was evident. He took a step closer, and she moved on back until she was resting against the door.
Her hands were flat on the wood, her skin flushed, sweaty, and her pussy ready for him. He slowly moved his hands down her arms, gripped her skirt, and pulled the material down.
Here she stood, totally nude in front of this lion shifter, and all she could think of was filthy things she had never experienced before.
She didn’t go for his pants or try to remove them. Danika would let him do it. But Damien didn’t make her wait, and when the pants were off and tossed aside, he went for his shirt.
Once he was totally nude she stared at his chest, at the hard ridges of his muscles, his six-pack and pectoral definition, and she dug her nails into the wood. She was getting even more turned on at the sight of him.
He was big, at least a foot taller than her five-foot-five height, and the power under his flesh was so impressive it made her feel weak in comparison.
Danika moved forward and pressed her body to his, rose on her toes, and kissed him hard.
His erection jerked, and she felt wetness slide over her belly. He took control of the kiss and slipped his hands down to cup her ass.
Damien squeezed the mounds and pulled her more forcibly toward him. A soft moan left her, and she opened her mouth wider for his probing tongue. They moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss.
She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body take her down. Danika arched her back, thrusting her breasts out and against his hard chest.
And then Damien latched his mouth onto one stiff nipple.
“Oh, God. Yes, just like that.”
His mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her crazy. He used his teeth to tug at the engorged flesh until it bordered on painful.
She speared her hands through his hair again and pulled him closer. He alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth then going to the other. When he finally broke away from her, he leaned back on his haunches.
Damien placed his hands on her inner thighs, so close to her pussy she could feel the tips of his thumbs tease her lips.
“I can’t help myself when I’m around you, can’t control myself, Danika.” He covered her body with his and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “My lion is a selfish bastard, wants you for himself, but I am not about to lose this war.” The thick head of his cock pressed against her pussy.