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    “Yours?” I feel myself recoil, repulsed by his words. I’m not his anymore. Not after what he did.
    “Yes.” He grins. “You’ve agreed to marry me, you’re mine.” I roll my eyes for show but inside my stomach churns, my heart sinking. I know what he’s trying to do and it almost works. He almost distracted me enough to forget what we were talking about. Another one of his games.
    “You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Tom, Damon.”
    His lips descend to mine but I place my hand on his chest to push him back. I can’t let him distract me with sex again. We need to talk about this. His answers are going to be what help me decide my next steps.
    “Damon, we need to talk. We can’t avoid the whole Leona thing.”
    “There is nothing to say, beauty. She’s my past. You’re my future. You don’t need to worry about Leona. You’re all I want, Ella. Just you.” The sincerity ringing in his voice relaxes my tense body and I melt back into the mattress.
    Damon’s lips caress mine, his tongue runs along the seam of my lips but when I open my mouth to give him access, he just teases me. The tip of his tongue dips in just enough to skim the edges of my lips. I try tempting him inside with my tongue but Damon just takes his time. He cups my neck, and his fingers tangle in my hair, as his thumb strokes the shell of my ear.
    When his tongue finally enters my mouth my body is ready. I’m already hot, wanting, and wet. I spread my legs to cradle Damon’s hips between my parted thighs. He pushes my vest up, freeing my boobs to his roaming hand.
    My back arches into his touch. I’m so fucking wanton but I need rough sex. I can’t deal with him being soft. I can’t fall for his games again. I need this to be just a hard fucking.
    My hands grasp and pull at Damon, trying to make him speed up, needing to stop him from touching me like he cherishes me. I need real.
    I thought we had real.
    His hand comes up to stroke the underside of my breasts as mine come up to hold on to him. My fingers clench around his hair, fisting the strands. I shut my eyes and moan at the soft caresses he’s showering on my body. He teases my tits, lifting and squeezing them until my nipples pebble to bullets. His thumb rubs first one, then the other to tighter peaks.
    A vision of Leona in Damon’s arms crashes behind my eyelids. I wail in pain and anger. I tug his hair hard, wanting to hurt him.
    “Damon.” I whimper against his lips. I open my eyes and find his already locked on mine. He pulls his lips away enough to whisper to me.
    “I’ve got you, beauty. Just feel.” I close my eyes again, shutting my mind off, just feeling his touch as his hand slides down past my waist and hips, to my thigh and back again, leaving goose bumps in its wake. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, to my collarbone. He licks and nips his way to my breasts, drawing the whole nipple and areola into his mouth before switching to latch on to the other, paying them both the same attention.
    Every nerve ending in my body feels like an electric current is zapping through me, causing my arousal to heighten. I roll my hips into his to get friction in the place I want it most. His burgeoning arousal presses into my pussy with the perfect amount of pressure.
    My back bows from the bed, pressing me further into his mouth. I’m so wet, I can feel my juices leaking and dampening my knickers.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ella.” Damon leans back on his heels, and his hands dance around the hem of my shorts all the way around to the back. Gripping them, he begins to tug them up my thighs as I lift my legs into the air to help him take them off. Holding my feet in place, legs stretched straight up into the air, Damon’s eyes follow the length of my legs until they settle on my closed pussy.
    A groan pours from his lips as he sees how wet my thighs are. He brings a hand down and softly strokes along the seam of my pussy lips with a finger.