Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

Selene

He didn’t rush for a single moment. Just one finger, sliding slowly, teasingly over me, and I felt my body betray me once again, pressing down as though I were trying to feel him even more. My hand gripped Damien’s hair even tighter, holding myself together while I wanted to fall apart completely.

“A-ahh” I moaned again, louder this time, and I realized my mind had already surrendered. All I could think about was how good it felt, how completely his touch consumed me.

When he pressed the second finger inside me, I couldn’t help it, my body clenched instinctively around him, gripping him tighter than I meant to. A sharp gasp escaped me, my thighs trembling under his hands.

“Relax.” His voice was low. He met my eyes, and I froze. His lips listened with my essence, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He leaned back slightly, and slowly, and licked his lips, crimson eyes darker, hair messy and falling over his forehead.

“My fingers can’t enter fully if you grip it too tightly,” he murmued, bluntly, his gaze locked on mine.

I bit my lips hard, trying to contain the moan threatening to escape.

This man… why was he so blunt? I wanted to ask, and make sense of the way he made me weak with just a look, but he was already focusing on me again.

He pressed a second finger in, and I gasped, my knees trembling violently as my body adjusted to the new fullness. Every inch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My hips tilted instinctively, pressing down into him, arching against his hands.

“Oh gods, Damien…” I whispered helplessly. He moved deliberately, curling his fingers inside me, stretching me in ways that made me arch, my body begging for more even as my mind tried to keep control.

Every movement of his fingers was precise, teasing me perfectly stroking just the right spots, hitting the places that made me shiver uncontrollably.

I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. This man in front of me was the most dangerous person I’ve ever met. My brain screamed at me to stop, pull back, and think, but my body refused.

Screw it. I wanted him. I was so close.

I pressed him harder against me, shoving his mouth to me, and he didn’t resist. He let me. My legs wrapped tight around his head, locking him under me as I ground down, rolling my hips, fucking his mouth with my body. My wet clit coated his lips and tongue, and I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from my throat.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped, throwing my head back, clutching at the table, digging my fingers into it for support while my hair tumbled over my shoulders. My thighs quaked violently, pressing him closer, my hips rolling on instinct.

His tongue flicked, pressed, circled me, and my body arched insinctively, shivering with each stroke. I pressed down harder, fucking his face like he was mine to use, like I could feel everything through him.

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