MACEY
I was spent.
Every part of me felt like it had been drained, like my body was no longer my own. My skin tingled, trembling under the echoes of what we’d just done, but even as I tried to gather myself, I felt Damien’s presence, felt him everywhere.
His fingers, impossibly light brushed over my shoulders, tracing down to my n*****s, and my body betrayed me all over again. I groaned quietly, biting my lip as a fresh heat pooled low in my belly.
I couldn’t help it. I was soaking, my thighs pressing instinctively together, wanting, needing, aching. His eyes caught me like he had every time, dark, hungry, and aware of exactly how much I was already undone.
“Damn, Macey,” he muttered, voice low and rough, vibrating in my chest. “Look at you… all trembling, all wet. You still w
