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“Sopping wet. Like my hand was earlier when I came all over it thinking of you.”

I grip the book with my free hand and toss it on the floor before spinning her around.

“This hand?” I ask, lifting her right hand as she nods.

I raise it slowly, her hooded eyes watching my every move.

“Which fingers?” She turns a deeper shade of red.

“All four.”

When I have her hand by my face, I inhale deeply, the scent of Sienna's most intimate part lingering on the flesh. She waited till after her shower.

With our eyes locked, I put all four fingers into my mouth.

That taste. Fuck, I am a fucking demon for it. My tongue swirls between the digits, sucking and licking her clean.

“Did you fuck those fingers into your pussy thinking of my cock ravaging that hole?”

I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

“Yes,” she whispers, nodding slowly as if mesmerized.

“Were you a messy girl?” Fuck, I hope she was.

“Yes. I came all over your duvet.” I smile.

“Show me, Sienna.” Her eyes widen, and then she turns. I follow her to our room, watching the sway of her ass and the way her hipsflare before petering off to that beautiful waist made for my grip.

We approach our bed, the covers all messed up and a damp patch from her hair and her pussy making a beautiful painting on the material. So vivid I could even imagine her lying there and fucking herself with four fingers as she thought of me, screaming my name to walls that have heard no other voice but my own.

She turns to face me, her cheeks still blazing.

“What do you need from me right now, Sienna?”

Our eyes collide, the tension thick.

Sienna's experience with The Reaper had held me back from doing what can only be described as the final act of giving her my soul. And taking hers. To be inside her was the ultimate step of intimacy. It was the literal joining of two people, something I didn’t take lightly with her. We were already bound in all other aspects. Emotionally. Spiritually. The trifecta would be the nail in the coffin, binding us for eternities unknown.

She licks her lips, and I can tell she wants the words to come out clearly and confidently, this moment as critical for her as it is for me.

“I need you, Damon. Inside me.” An invitation issued to the devil himself.

One I cannot refuse.

Chapter 24

Light

Dark chocolate eyes stare at me with a glint in them that is dangerous—unleashing the beast. I have asked him. He will not refuse. He never does.

I have wondered how our first time would be. I’ve played out the different scenarios. All pale in comparison. In my mind, it is like I am a virgin, all the feelings of having sex for the first time applying. Scared. Excited. It confounds me that with this man, situations can feel new even when done more than once. Like kissing him. It always feels like the first time. Would this be any different? I doubted it.

My readiness also astounds me while filling me with guilt. It had not been long since The Reaping. Was this too soon? Was this acceptable? But when he shakes his head slightly, as if he can read my thoughts, I get out of the void filled with doubt.

“If we do this, you and I hold this space, no one else. That means staying out of that busy mind of yours.” I nod, my body like a livewire, as he slowly removes his jacket.

Saying I’m turned on wholly under-describes how absolutely sexually alive I feel right now. I have been since I arrived in his apartment hours ago. The chemistry between us that has been compounding since we first metfeeds my pussy with a nonstop supply of lubrication. Not to mention the involuntary clenching. I know what she wants. He is standing in front of me, eyeing me with the same insane lust as I am him. Even my clit feels frazzled and exposed, buzzing not just from the orgasm I had but in anticipation of what is to come.