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“Always. Since the beginning, rainbow.”

He holds my jeweled finger up to his lips, kissing it.

“Now. Let's see if my cock fits that tight pussy as beautifully.”

Feeling crackles between us, my naked form sparking this close to his half-naked one.

I hook my index finger into his belt, pulling the excess bit free from the loop before tugging on it. The little metal clasp pops free from its hole, and then slowly, I drag it out of all its loops before dropping it on the floor.

The excitement of what is to come makes me giddy, and my throat dries up. All excess moisture heads south, practically dripping down my inner thigh. Everything about this moment is erotic. Our breathing, my little pants, and his deep and steady are the only sounds in this almost insulated moment. The whole world could burn down, and we would be untouched. Unaffected as if time herself would want to be a voyeur to what will happen.

The button on his black suit pants easily slips through the hole, as if even it was aiding the passage of this event. My fingers are steady asI pull on his zip, the opening revealing black briefs that come into full view as I let go of the little metal zip once I have pulled it all the way down. He steps out of them and uses his foot to flick them out of the way.

When I tear my gaze away from the clearly defined bulge, I am met with eyes as black asnight. So this is what they mean in romance books when they say his eyes darkened. Damon's pupils are blown out, yet this tells me more than any other reaction. His body is high on me. High on this moment like I am.

“Scorching, Sienna. You are setting my world on fire.”

His words fuel the raging inferno already swirling in this room. He could be a poet for the emotions he manages to pull from my depths with words alone. So articulate unconventionally. He managed to say so much with so little. But he had that secret weapon of inflection and a sultry gaze to really coat the words with feeling.

I wondered how before I thought I couldn’t tell how he felt. It is so obvious. With me. Only with me.

I drag my gaze from his and then hook my fingers into his briefs before pulling them down.

Oh. My. God.

I forgot he is pierced, that snippet of forgotten information adding to the shiver that tracks down my spine. He is big. No, not big. Huge. Maybe even too much, considering it needs to go into a hole that may only accommodate half the length and girth.

“We will fit, rainbow. We are made for one another in all aspects. Trust me.”

I gulp past my desert-dry throat and then grasp his cock as a bead of pre-come oozes from the tip. I use my thumb to rub the little droplet around his head and the shiny silver piercing.

How would that feel inside me? Hitting my cervix deliciously.Rubbing against the inside of my walls with every stroke and thrust.

I moan and don’t even bother hiding the sound.

Damon removes my hand, which strokes his length slowly.

“Mmmm, we will have to save playtime for later. I have been waiting so long for you, Sienna, that my control is hanging by a thin fucking thread.” His voice is husky and rough, alluding to his battle.

He pushes me back onto the bed and then swiftly grips me under my legs, pulling me forward before placing my legs over his shoulder.

“This goddam pussy is so fucking tasty, rainbow. I could eat you up all day and night.” Then, he follows his words by doing precisely that. His hunger is insatiable, and before long, he has licked me into a frenzy, my orgasm teetering on a mountain so highthatif it tipples over, I might actually die. How does he keep doing this? He keeps moving the benchmark so that each one is more intense than the one before.

He pulls his mouth away and dips three fingers into my wet hole, testing the opening as he wiggles them around deliciously.

He releases my legs from their resting place, my eyes flying open at the loss of contact.

Then he leans forward, his large pierced cock at my entrance.

“Please,” I beg, my orgasm so close and my mind so muddled that I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. My eyes flare as a trickle of blood runs down his arm.

When I look at him, he is smirking.

“So fucking needy, rainbow.”

It’s turning him on, reminding me that in this space, pain and pleasure tow a very thin line.

One I was about to experience as he nudges his hips forward.