He chuckled.
Not just a smirk. Not just a grunt. A full, deep, f*****g chuckle that made my n*****s harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat.
“Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.”
“I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most.
“And I’m still horny!” I shrieked. “Like what is wrong with me?! I cried. I panicked. I had a whole monologue about being broken and overwhelmed and my p***y still wants your knot like we didn’t j
