Ophelia’s POV:
My chest shuddered as I panted. My eyes were fixed on the rhythmic movement of his head between my thighs, my fingers knotted so tightly in his ruffled, dark hair that I feared I might hurt him..
"Oh, God..." I breathed.
My vision blurred into a smear of greys and whites. Every time his warm, wet tongue pushed past my walls, nudging deep against my sensitive core, I felt a jolt of electricity that traveled straight to my marrow. He was thorough, clinical in his destruction of my defenses. His thumb rubbed perfect circles on my nub with a maddening, agonizing precision. I had to physically fight the urge to arch my back, to scream out and beg, to lose whatever scrap of dignity I had left.
"Damon..." I gasped, my voice breaking.
"Good?"
His voice was a hoarse, guttural w
