Her moan trembled free—soft, ragged, and utterly helpless. Maya’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle as if letting go simply weren’t an option.
“Ah… yes… Damien… mmm… please…”
He smiled against her throat, a low, wicked curve of his lips. Refusing to hurry, he continued his deliberate, teasing exploration. Each stroke and grazing touch drew her closer to a precipice, leaving her aching with a hollow, pulsing want.
Maya’s fingers tangled in his dark hair again, tugging him closer with a desperate strength. “Damien… I…” she gasped, her voice splintering. She was breathless, the words lost to the thrumming heat between them.
He captured her lips once more, his tongue tracing hers in a slow, consuming kiss—tasting her, claiming her, devouring the
