The man's lips traveled to Arabella's throat, and she embraced him with arms and legs. He wanted to put every inch of her into his mouth, savor her skin, and elicit moans, knowing exactly what to do and how to do it. And despite being in his comfort zone, Damon held his breath every time Arabella squeezed him.
Every movement excited them more, leading them to the precipice of pleasure several times. Their bodies had their own rhythm, and their moans were synchronized. The desire to never stop was surreal.
Arabella felt fulfilled, complete. Damon felt that, for the first time in his life, he was an important piece of something.
Banks gripped the edge of the counter with force, a lot of force. He pressed into the marble proportionally to the pleasure he was feeling. He made the woman scre
