Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 211

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Chapter 211

Selene

I doubt I would have done this for any other man

I doubt I would have enjoyed it this much

What was I even saying, I doubted I would have been on my knees in the first place.

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It wasn’t that I thought men weren’t worthy of me lowering myself for them. No. I simply believed that no one, man or woman, was ever meant to have me on my knees for them I had promised myself long ago that I would never kneel for anyone, never grovel, never give another person the satisfaction of thinking they were above me. Yet here I was, on my knees for the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, the same man who had ended my life countless times in my past cycles. I must have truly lost my mind this time.

Did I regret it? No.

If given another chance, I would do it again without hesitation I wanted to see this powerful, dangerous man completely lost in pleasure, moaning and groaning just for me and me alone. The thought made me bite my lower lip hard, and my thighs clenched together instinctively as a fresh wave of pleasure rushed through me. I was already so wet, and soaked beyond reason, the slickness dripping slowly down my inner thighs and making it almost impossible to think clearly.

Alpha Damien’s crimson eyes flashed with lust and dark possessiveness as he watched me. Without a word, he stood up from where he had been sitting, pulled his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, and kicked them aside. He reached for a black robe that had been laid across the bed, tied it loosely around his powerful body, then bent down and picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

He lifted me effortlessly, guiding my legs to wrap tightly around his waist while one of his strong hands supported my back and the other gripped my ass firmly, He didn’t seem to care at all that my wetness was now pressing directly against his skin. Before I could even catch my breath or form a single coherent thought, he pulled me closer and kissed me deeply.

The kiss was consuming. His lips claimed mine with fierce hunger, as if he had been holding back for far too long. His tongue pushed past my lips without hesitation, tasting me, devouring me, stroking against mine in a rhythm that made my head spin. The kiss was wet, messy, and full of need, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth like he wanted to memorize the taste of me.

One of his hands tightened on my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while the other pressed against my back, holding me flush against his hard chest so there was no space left between us. I could feel the heat of his body through the thin robe, the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and the hardness of his cock pressing against my soaked core as he kissed me like he owned every part of me.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, not caring about anything else, and kissed him back with equal hunger. My fingers threaded into his hair, tugging lightly as I moaned softly into his mouth, losing myself completely in the taste and

feel of him.

He started walking, carrying me easily as he pushed open the door and stepped out of the room. Normally, I would have been wary, questioning where he was taking me, my instincts screaming to stay alert. But for some strange reason, I trusted him. The realization hit me so suddenly that I froze in his arms.

I trusted him?

I frowned against his lips, confusion cutting through the haze of desire. How could I trust anyone in this lifetime, let alone the demon of the west. What the hell was that thought? I asked myself, my mind reeling

But he didn’t give me any time to dwell on it. He simply kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking mine with even more intensity, swallowing any protest or doubt before it could fully form. I gave in completely, kissing him back just as fiercely. I bit his lower lip, sucking on it gently before soothing it with my tongue, enjoying the low groan that rumbled from his chest