I whimpered, the feel of Damian's tongue against mine an erotic preview of what was coming, and his arms tightened around me. Then, he lifted me and laid me down on the bed, breaking our kiss so he could stand at the edge and look down at me.
"You're making me crazy, ma belle. I have to taste you."
Before I could figure out what he meant, he was back on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He pressed quick, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, then paused for one brief moment when he reached my center. His gaze was focused on my p***y as he brought his hand up and spread my lower lips, and I could feel the flush working its way over my chest. "Damian, what are—"
I didn't get the chance to finish my question. He leaned forward and in one long swipe, licked me from opening
