She was slaying him.
Each swirl and curve of Amelia's tongue, every long draw of her tight mouth over his swollen flesh... holy Christ, the teasing rasp of her teeth on him sent Damien further into a vortex of pleasured torment. Leaning over her as she sucked on him, he clutched the sides of the bathroom vanity in a vise grip, his face twisted, eyes squeezed shut in sweet agony.
His hips began pumping, his c**k surging harder, reaching for the back of her throat. Amelia took all of him in, moaning softly, the vibration buzzing against his sensitive head.
He didn't want her to see what he looked like now, lost to a lust he could hardly control. His fangs had stretched long in his mouth, nearly impossible to hide behind his tightly clenched lips. Underneath his closed eyelids, his vision
