Date = 22 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV – Melaena
WARNING – s*x scene !!!!!
He suddenly drops to his knees and grabs my hips with both his hands, running his tongue around my navel — firm, grounding, possessive.
Slowly, he nips his way to my hipbone, then across my belly to the other side, leaving a trail of sweet, sweet heat as he goes.
“Ah,” I whimper helplessly. Quietly. Not quietly enough.
The sight of him on his knees in front of me, broad shoulders bent, all that confidence deliberately lowered for me — does something dangerous to my brain. And even worse to my body. It’s erotic and crude in a way that feels almost rude, like I’ve stumbled into a fantasy I didn’t know I was allowed to have.
My breathing is embarrassingly loud. I try to rein it in. But
