Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482

Chapter 482

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Amelia’s POV

I was standing in the hallway as Damien returned inside. As angry as I was, I still found him sexy as all hell, the sweat cooling on his sun-kissed skin. I didn’t know where his shirt was, but he still hadn’t found it. This was fine with me, as my eyes caressed the hard muscled planes of his chest.

Under my gaze, he flexed a little, tightening those muscles, making the ridges of his pecks and abdomen more pronounced. Gods, I wanted to touch him so badly, I felt like I was going to pounce out of my skin to get to him. With all of my willpower, I kept myself firmly planted in the middle of the hallway, just staring instead.

I probably should have walked away, but I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing. It took everything in me just to stay still as I was. Was I holding an envelope? Who needed this envelope? Who cared? All I wanted to do was press my palms to that six pack on full display.

The very edge of Damien’s mouth ticked up, a cocky little grin that had no right to be as damn sexy as it was.

I was still angry, but it was difficult to remember why. I wanted to kiss him. That seemed like the most important thing in my life right now.

When he finally reached me in the hallway, he stopped a foot away from me. I dragged my eyes over his chest before lifting them again to his smirking face. When I did, he slipped even closer to me, only a few mere inches now, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

Werewolves always ran hot, but as he’d been exercising and out in the sun, he was practically his own hot furnace. I wanted to press my body against his, to soak some of that heat into myself like a sponge.

Or maybe I just wanted to make love.

“Damien,” I said, and didn’t even care when it came out as a whimper.

He growled a little in response. Then, after looking around, took my hand and dragged me into a nearby office, then closed and locked the door behind us. This office was currently unoccupied, though it still had base furnishings, like a desk and an office chair.

The desk was blessedly empty.

Damien eyed it, and then me. Before I could even process, he was grabbing me by the waist, and lifting me onto the desk. I spread my legs wide, making room between them for him.

I thanked the Gods I wore a skirt today as Damien rolled it up to my hips, exposing my pink lace panties. He toyed with the elastic for a moment, weaving his finger between the skin of my hip and the lace. His mouth covered mine, his tongue delving deeply, right as he gripped the panties suddenly tighter and tore them away from my body. He tossed the scraps over his shoulder.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at my breasts, hiding behind my button-up blouse. Not wanting him to also destroy the only shirt I had brought for the day, I quickly fumbled with the buttons, undoing them to expose a matching pink lace bra.

My nipples were so hard already that they had breached through the lace, poking out. Damien lifted a hand and teased one with his thumb.

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Chapter 482

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My eyelids fluttered and I hummed. His fingers were calloused and rough. The friction felt so good.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

Quickly, I shucked off my blouse, leaving it behind me on the desktop. Then I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra. I’d barely pulled the strap down, removing the bra fully from my body, when both of Damien’s hands gripped my breasts. His mouth covered mine again as he massaged my tits with his rough, warm hands. His palms scraped my hard nipples.

“Ah,” I gasped. “Damien, please…”

My sex was exposed, my dampness dripping down onto the wooden desk. I wanted him inside of me so badly that I was squirming, inching toward the edge of the desk where he was standing, his hard dick pressing into my thigh. He was still covered. I wish I had the strength to tear his clothes away as he had done mine.

He could probably tell what I wanted though, because he released my breasts to undo and lower his pants and boxer briefs. His dick sprung free, so hard it had to be aching. Throbbing.

I spread my thighs as far as I could.

One of his hands grabbed my hip. The other held his dick steady as he guided the head to my entrance and slipped himself into me in one long, delicious stroke.

I grabbed at his shoulders as my head fell back, exposing my neck.

Damien latched onto it at once, sucking in mark after mark along the column of my throat.

His hands gripped my hips, and he began fucking me in earnest, sliding in and out at an immediate punishing speed. Each hard thrust moved the desk beneath me, causing it to screech inch by inch over the laminate floor until it was pressed up against the wall.

Soon, my arms couldn’t hold me anymore and I fell back, arching, my shoulders pressed against the desk now.

Damien used this new angle to his advantage. He lifted my legs up against him, hooking my knees over his elbows. Like this, he hit even deeper inside of me. He was already so big, I felt like I was being filled to the brim.

“Ah! Oh! Ah! D-Damien! Ah!”

He grunted and growled in response. “Uh. Mm. Yeah. Take it. Fuck, yeah.”

The desk was pounding against the wall now.

Only when there was a knock on the door did I realize that I should have been making an effort to be quiet.

“Who is in there?” someone called from outside. The doorknob rattled. “Stop and get out of there at once!”

Damien didn’t stop. He kept fucking me as hard as before, the desk still thudding against the wall.

“Do you hear me?” the voice called.

Damien growled louder. Turning his head, he roared, “Go the fuck away!”

The voice outside immediately silenced, and did not return.

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Damien returned his attention to me. At once, he lowered his head to my breast and sucked on a nipple, immediately returning me to the moment before I could pull myself out of it.

I tried to be quieter now though, covering my mouth with my hand.

When I was reaching the end, though, Damien grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away,

Maybe he wanted to hear me scream for him, which I quickly did, as my orgasm tore through me, pleasure whiting out my mind.

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