But of course, he didn’t move.
He didn’t give me what I wanted.
He f*****g laughed.
“You think I’m gonna ruin you now?” he asked softly, dragging his fingers up my thigh, higher, higher, until he was right at the edge of where I was dripping. “After that perfect little chase? No, kitten. No. I want to enjoy this.”
I whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
And not in a cute way. No, I sounded desperate. Broken. Like someone had yanked the cord out of my brain and all that was left was pure, panting, heat-drunk need.
“Damon,” I whispered, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulled back just enough to make me cry out. “Please. Don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can,” he said, leaning in and dragging his tongue up the side of my neck like he was licking the sweat off my skin. “You
