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AUTHOR’S POV
The sheets rumpled beneath them as Sloane knelt on the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress, her body trembling with heat and need.
Damon was behind her, sitting on his knees, his chest pressed close to her back, his breath hot against her skin.
His fingers found her n****e, pinching it gently at first, then harder, sending a sharp jolt through her.
She gasped, her hand flying to grip his arm, her nails digging into his skin as he flicked her n****e with his thumb, teasing it until it stiffened.
Her body shook, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as he played with her, his touch lighting her up.
His other hand slid up to her neck, gripping it softly but with enough force to make her feel him—firm, possessive, but careful not to hurt her.
He tilted h
