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honey, thick and sweet. His kisses were richer than the creamiest chocolate, headier than a glass of good champagne, and sweeter than a rose in full bloom. Her head spun as though she’d drunk too much bubbly, yet it wasn’t enough.
    She wanted—needed—more. Leaning into him, supported and held by his arms, desire left Caitie overwhelmed. She’d never considered herself a good kisser, had often wished that part of the mating game could be skipped, but kissing this man was like finding money hidden in an old purse—surprise, excitement, followed by pure pleasure with the newly discovered windfall. His expertise and her response was her windfall.
    He shifted her in his arms, the movement parting his vest. One of her breasts slid across his hard, warm chest. His thick mat of hair cushioned and teased her sensitive nipple. She groaned, the sound a throaty purr. Blood pounded in her ears and raged through her body as though a flash flood had had swept through her, and each breath became a shallow pant.
    More . She wanted everything this man had to give, and as she was a greedy little bitch, she demanded more. Hot damn . If he was this good with his mouth, with what she usually regarded as a boring kiss from any of her previous lovers, then she was in for one hell of a ride.
    She thrust her hips out, seeking, needing, and demanding and whimpered when his erection brushed her belly. Excitement vibrated through her. Her clit throbbed and pulsed as though electrical impulses were being fired into her. She squeezed her legs tight, trying to hold those sensations inside. She groaned as the pressure shot desire outward from her center.
    “Spread your legs.” The deep baritone of his voice turned her knees weak.
    She obeyed. He shoved one thigh between hers and lifted. She cried out as leather scraped across her heated core.
    “What do you want?” Damon trailed his lips along her jawline.
    “You. Inside.” She panted. A sharp tug to her hair made her wince and add a hasty “Sir.”
    “You want my cock buried deep inside your pussy?” He rubbed his chest against her straining breasts.
    Damn . His voice, the frank talk, his teasing of her breasts, and the pressure of his thigh against her sex turned her insides to mush. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, fuck me.” She flushed, embarrassed to be so desperate, but she’d beg if he demanded.
    Damon lifted his head and held her gaze. “Tell me, my sweet Belle, if given a choice, would you experience your first orgasm right now, hard and fast while riding me. Or would you rather make this moment last, wait until you’re screaming and begging for me to allow you to come.” He pressed his thigh high, his large hands smoothing over her back until he reached the swell of her ass. His fingers curved and gripped her globes, urging her into a slow, easy, rocking rhythm.
    Oh, my god . How could she choose? Explosions of pure lust racked her body, which made thinking impossible. The thought of his taking her right now sent her heart thumping against her ribs. Blood pounded in her ears, and need coiled deep inside her pussy. She bucked against him, wanting that first delicious orgasm yet the idea of him driving her mad, making her beg and scream, buckled her legs. She’d never even come close to needing a man to that degree.
    “Hard and fast,” she whimpered, thrusting her hips back and forth, feeling the sweet rise toward that coveted peak. She needed to come now. There’d be more, lots more. Candy at Halloween. He could drive her wild next time.
    He laughed low in his throat, his breath tickling her nose. His lips brushed hers. “Where’s your sense of adventure, little sub?”
    “You’re a stranger,” she gasped, tilting her head back, giving him access to her mouth. Damn, but she wanted her hands free so she could hold this man. “This is very adventurous for me.” She yearned to run her fingers across his chest and follow that arrow of dark hair down, down, down to where his