From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 I Have Found Nirvana

DAMON

The moment we entered the car, she was still stiff, but I didn’t care.

“Why are you quiet?” I asked her.

“Did I look like a talkative?” she asked me, and I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I needed to know.

She stares at me in disbelief before her eyes narrow.

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“Seriously? Listen to yourself! This isn’t some medieval tyranny, Damon. You are not Richard the III. I am an adult, we’re all adults, and we all try our hardest every day to do a tough job with our hands tied behind our backs because of the stupid contract. I respect that you’re helping me destroy my enemies, but don’t fucking well talk to me like I should know my place, because that’s what call disrespectful.”

“Always using the contract as a reason to talk to me anyhow you want.”

She glares at me, her breath coming quickly, and I can see she’s shaking, and fuck, I’m shaking too. Because I don’t trust it. I don’t trust the way this conversation is making me feel. I don’t trust the rush of blood away from my head to my cock, making me feel like time is slowing down, and my senses are picking up, and all I can think about is her eyes and her mouth and her taste and her smell and that neck.

And the fact that I haven’t felt this alive for months, years, maybe, and that this feels more than the stupid contract, as she called it.

I don’t trust it. But I love it.

“You are so fucking infuriating,” I hiss, and I make a grab for the back of her head and smash our mouths together.

The relief at having my hands and mouth full of Eloise hits me like a tidal wave. This isn’t like last week’s intense make–out.

This is primal. I’m acting on pure instinct, the intoxicating cocktail of her taste and smell blowing all rational thought out of the window.

There’s no finesse from either of us. I claw at the back of her dress to bring our faces as close together as physically possible. I suck her sweet lower lip into my mouth while my tongue makes a desperate plea for access, dragging a line over its pillowy softness.

Licking.

Exploring.

Worshipping.

Goddess. She’s fucking heavenly. She opens her mouth immediately, and I thrust my tongue inside as she scrabbles at my layers with her hands. Thanks to her dress and my suit, there’s far too much fabric between us. She gets a hand to my head, pulling at my hair, her fingernails digging into my scalp.

My tongue does decadent laps, exploring the sweet, sweet interior of her mouth and entangling itself with her delicious little tongue. That tongue I’ve obsessed over. I am inside her fucking mouth, and she’s so warm and wet I could die. I’m lost in a honeyed paradise, our lips dragging and pulling, the friction building as our tongues dance.

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Chapter 76 I Have Found Nirvana

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I clamp a hand around the perfect arch that is the small of her back, pulling her as close to my front as physically possible. We were in the car, and there was little I could do, so I carried her and threw her over my lap. She’s arching even more now, her breasts smashed against my suit. My cock is straining against my trousers, one small step closer to getting what it’s always wanted.

Eloise Lockwood..

I need more. My hands want to be everywhere. My mouth wants to map every inch of her exquisite body. I tug off the clothing that was stopping me from touching her neck, and my hand delights in fusing its skin to the perfect skin of her neck.

Oh dear fucking God, her neck.

I rotate my head, deepening my access to her mouth, and I hold her to me. As my fingers stroke roughly down her neck and my tongue thrusts hungrily inside her mouth, she tugs me closer and gives a breathy little whimper that’s definitely the best sound I’ve ever heard.

I may die.

I may fucking combust.

Anger has ignited her desire, irritation morphing into utter awe that a woman can be this delectable–this all–consuming. Where ! end, and she begins, I don’t know. I’m lit up from inside, lost in a blaze of need.

My fingers fumble with her hair tie so I can free up that glorious mane. When it’s off, her silky hair blankets my hand. I smooth it down before wrapping it around my hand and pulling, and she whimpers her approval.

“Damon.”

She moans my name into my mouth, and it nearly undoes me right there. I need more of her–definitely need to hear the singular miracle of my name on her lips like that again—but this fucking dress of hers was stopping me from touching what I needed to feel. My hands slip under the curtain of her hair, smoothing their way in tandem down the swanlike column of her neck as I continue to kiss her thoroughly.

Desperately.

“You need to be quiet for me, ma. Unless you want the driver to hear you.”

My hands move along her collarbones, over strands of her necklaces, and attempt to slide the turtle neckline of her dress down over her shoulders, but there’s no give in this damn thing. The fabric is stiff, the t is tight.

I pull away from her mouth with great reluctance and study her.

She is a sight for sore fucking eyes.

Lips swollen, eyes glazed with desire, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath. Her arms still encircle my neck, and I smile down at her in wonder.

I drag a thumb over her wet lower lip.

“So beautiful.”

I tell her, and my hand slides around her waist and pulls her back against me as my nose and mouth lower themselves to the skin of her neck, and I inhale like a dying man.

Dear God. Her scent is perfection. Utterly intoxicating.

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