EMMA DAMIAN 28

D A M I A N

The rage was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

Emma had compared me to Marian, saying I reminded her of her.

And while I stood in her apartment's living room, all I could think was, "What if she was right?

”

No way, no how. She'd only spoken what she had because Emma thought she'd seen something she hadn't.

"What in the world are you doing? ”

Fear appeared on her face, but it was swiftly replaced by wrath. I'd hurried into her flat and nearly hit her on the buttocks. She was not going to let that slide.

"We need to talk," I murmured, attempting to keep my tone even, to let her know that I had some control over my emotions without actually expressing it.

"Not at all. Turn around, and please get the fuck out of my apartment."

Whatever terror she had vanished. The woman in front of me was powerful and confident, and she wasn't about to take any crap.

It was nearly sensual.

It was sexy as hell.

I figured my attraction to Emma would be so strong that I couldn't even stand in front of her like that, but Emma was mad as hell at me, fully aware that there wasn't a woman on this planet who turned me on more.

I had to concentrate. Everything came down to this one shot, and if I didn't play it correctly, she'd be gone for good. Emma had been through a lot, but seeing me like that with Marian was a bridge too far.

"Please, just allow me to explain."

"What on earth is there to explain?" " she inquired, hands on her hips. "I open your office door, and there you are, preparing to fuck on the floor with the woman you abandoned me for all those years." Do I need to remind you of the past, of how you've screwed me over and messed with my heart over and over? You don't deserve another chance — I've already squandered one on you."

"No," I replied. "That wasn't the case. You must be aware of the entire tale."

"I'm not interested in the entire narrative." I don't want even a single sentence of the story. I only want one thing, and that is for you to get the fuck out of my place right now. Got it? ”

I took a deep breath, astonished by the strength of her resistance. Emma had previously expressed her displeasure with me, but this was different.

And she was turning me on so hard that I couldn't think straight. My cock jerked in my slacks, and I swallowed hard to attempt to divert my body from what was directly in front of me.

“Damian? " she inquired. “Are you there? Did you hear anything I said? " She motioned to the door with her hand. "Turn around right now and get the fuck out of my apartment! ”

The rational half of my brain understood I needed to turn around on my Oxfords and get out of there before she got a taser from her purse and zapped me in the balls.

But the animal side of my brain was only concerned with one thing.

I took a stride closer her, my heart racing and my blood boiling in my veins.

“Damian?

" she inquired, her gaze darting over my body. "What in the world are you doing?" ”

A verbal response would not enough. I wanted to show her, looming over her, Emma's eyes wide and wide as she stared up at me.

So, I did.

I drew her closer by wrapping my right arm around her waist. She let out a surprised cry, her breasts pressing into my lower chest.

"What in the world are you doing?"

”

"You know precisely what I'm doing," I said with a loud growl.

I was a beast waiting to pounce.

My left hand reached behind her head and tilted her head up toward me. Her lips parted slightly, as they often did when she desired me as much as I desired her. All I needed was for her to lick her lips.

I stepped in and kissed her, Emma's body tight at first but quickly succumbing to my kisses. Her moth opened, and her exquisite, sweet flavor hit my mouth, her warmth and wetness overwhelming what little rationality remained.

I knew what was going to happen — we'd nearly developed a pattern by this time.

And I didn't have to predict what she was going to say when she took her lips away from mine and looked at me with a horrified face.

"What in the world are you doing?"

" I said the same words as she did.

"You fucking asshole!"

" She slammed her palm into my chest.

But her hand remained motionless. Instead, she curled her fingers as she caressed my chest through my shirt.

"You've got to be the greatest jerk I've ever encountered, Damian."

"Marian is meaningless. Nothing unusual happened. She's no one. Don't you understand? ”

Word time was up. I leaned in again and kissed her, her kiss entrancing me like no other woman could. I reached up and rested my hand on the curve of her hip. She groaned and pushed her chest against mine, while my other hand swept her leg off the ground and wrapped it around my waist.

I wanted her more than anything else; I wanted to be inside of her more than anything else.

But I wanted to take my time with it. Or, to be more precise, I wanted to savor her.

My fingers danced over her jeans' buttons, opening them and revealing a glimpse of the dark blue pants she wore underneath. As I slid her jeans down her magnificent thighs, I placed my arm around her ass and hoisted Emma up and off her feet.

“Hey!

" she yelled.

The plan was not up for debate. I dragged her over to one of the stools in front of her kitchen bar and seated her.

"What exactly do you think you're doing? ”

My response was a smirk as I lowered to my knees. Once she was down, I grabbed her jeans at the waist and pushed them down to her feet, removing them along with her shoes and socks. Her chest rose and fell as she watched me, her mouth slightly parted.

"What...what are you..."

I responded to her question with a sequence of kisses along her legs, my tongue jumping from one thigh to the next, the velocity of her respiration increasing as I moved higher up. Soon, I was close enough to feel the heat between her legs, close enough that only a thin strip of soaking-wet cotton stood between me and what I wanted, what I needed.

A smirk on my face, I slipped my fingers under the hips of her panties and pulled them down. Emma was wet, her lips glistening with arousal.

“Damian…” her words came out breathy, as if she were speaking them out of nothing more than obligation.

I took in the sight of her beautiful, perfect pussy only inches away from my face. When I was ready, I placed my fingertips on her lips and spread her open.

The moment my tongue touched her clit, her body seized up, a gasp pulling into her mouth. She tasted like melted sugar and liquid sex, her juices flowing as I made small, slow circles around her clit.

“That…that feels so fucking good.”

I loved to hear it. My tongue danced on her clit, switching from circles to firm presses to up-and-down flicks. Her lower body jerked in place, her hips squirming as I ate her.

But I wanted more. I wanted to really, truly taste her. I removed my tongue from her clit, her lips still open. The pad of my thumb pressed onto her clit, my tongue moving slowly inside of her.

“Oh…oh, wow.” I glanced up, Emma’s eyes closed hard, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her hand on the back of my head.

Once I was in position, I began my feast, my tongue spearing in and out of her pussy, each penetration causing her body to shift where she sat.

She moaned and sighed, and I ate her relentlessly, knowing by the way she writhed on my mouth that she was near the brink.

“Keep going, just like that.”

I had no plans of stopping. Emma tasted like nothing else, and if she was going to kick me out of her life for good, at least I’d have the memory of her pressed against me.

I wanted to make her mine, one last time.