Page 107 of Pandora's Pleasure

“Help me get out of this life.”

Surprise filled his eyes. “You want me to…”

I tried to let my true feelings show in my eyes. “After the election, obviously.”

“I can’t do that.”

My lips quivered. “But I can’t live like this—as another person’s symbol. No ability to choose my own way.”

Because if I couldn’t have him, it would be no one.

He pressed a fingertip to my lips. “I’ll make it bearable.”

So many times, I had secretly plotted a way out of this existence, planning to extract myself from a loveless family.

And later,thisman.

Damien may have shown me his true colors and they were bright and vivid and so addictive—but it was an illusion.

Maybe it was all this pristine water that was having a healing effect, or the fresh air and the bright sunlight and the wildlife that showed little fear for humans. My thoughts were clearer because the clutter of chaos was gone.

Damien lifted me into his arms and waded over to the tile steps, carrying me out of the pool and over to the Jacuzzi. We descended the steps into the hot water and he nudged me up against the tile.

The shock of the steamy heat was welcoming. Bubbles caressed my skin and my thoughts wanted to wander free. My soul had been tricked into believing I’d found freedom here with Damien.

From his kisses trailing along my sensitive neck, to the way his lips found mine again and savaged me with a scorching passion that stole my breath, he halted time. Our frantic hands were searching and grabbing—his for my bikini and mine for his swimming trunks—until we’d set our bodies free to enjoy skin on skin contact with nothing between us but our lies.

His flesh felt hot against mine as we deliriously fought to remain close. Desperate to be closer still, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, drawing his cock toward me, tipping my hips in a way that begged for him to enter. That first thrust of his erection stretched me open.

Fully immersed, with only our heads above water, we moved against each other rhythmically, up and down, secretly fucking. We were one now. Every caress, every glance, and every touch tender and loving. His gestures first gentle and then savage, taking everything from me. Our feelings rose and clashed and fought for new ground, our passion rising to heights we couldn’t deny—our awed expressions showing we were both aware of the bridge we’d crossed where there could be no more pretense.

Coming hard, my orgasm stole my breath and I tried and failed to catch it, feeling as though I were submerged beneath the water, drenched in him.

Time seemed to dissolve…

Damien pulled out and threw me a rueful smile. “We needed a condom.”

His lips quickly found mine again, ravishing me, as though he wanted me to know we were something greater than before.

Both of us naked and hidden by trees, he carried me out of the Jacuzzi and along the pathway and into the cottage. Damien threw me down on the couch and knelt before me, easing my thighs apart. That same hungry mouth captured my other lips, the ones between shaky thighs, my clit tingling with bliss as his tongue traced along it lovingly.

My body went rigid, completely owned by him as he gave me over to euphoria, my body quivering as he effortlessly stole my soul. Love fluttered out of me like a blossoming flower as Damien unlocked my heart.

A blast of air-conditioning hit the droplets of water on my flesh, causing me to shiver, but all I cared about was being devoured by this man. His firm hands spread my thighs wider, until he’d seemingly had his fill.

Pulling me back up, he carried me down the hallway and kicked open the bathroom door.

Grabbing a condom from a discarded box on the countertop, he then pulled me toward the open shower.

In a daze, leaning against his bare chest, I felt the rush of heat from the water pouring over us. Here is where I wanted to stay…snuggled within these glass walls within the arms of my lover whose touch short-circuited my brain.

I watched as he pulled on the condom, his cock hard and ready.

He dipped his head to suckle on my nipple, his fingers generously remembering the other, sending shockwaves of deliciousness into me. Lifting me, he directed my thighs to wrap around his waist and then he plunged deep inside me with one thrust, sliding in and out like a steady piston.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby,” he said, his voice full of sex and need.

I managed a nod before holding on, digging my fingernails into his back to endure the luscious sensations that soon morphed into a blinding intensity. Damien pounded me with fury against the tile, taking me higher again only this time I felt it was his turn to slip away.