Gabriella
My body quaked and goose bumps scattered over my flesh at Damien's proclamation.
He'd allowed me to play my cards, giving me the illusion of control. As incredibly turned on as I was while exercising that fantasy, it was nothing compared to the rush of endorphins as Damien spread my knees and crawled between my legs. Goose bumps multiplied when he brought his lips to my stomach. A master at his task or a devil in disguise, Damien knew how to work my body, such as a musician caressing a fine instrument, twisting me tighter and tighter until my strings were taut and about to snap.
Lower down my body, his lips roamed, teasing and taunting.
“You're soaked," he murmured a millisecond before his tongue spread my folds and lapped my essence.
At the intrusion, I screamed out his
