Laura's POV
“I'm going to f**k you here, baby,” Damien murmured against my ear, his breath tickling my skin, warm and wicked. I shivered, not from the cold but from the heat curling low in my stomach—desire mixed with the delicious danger that always came with him. He chuckled softly.
“Have you ever been f****d in the woods, mmm?” His lips brushed my ear, and then he licked the tip slowly. A sharp breath escaped me as I tried to steady my racing heart.
I pulled back, and he smirked when he saw how flustered I was. I licked my lips, giving him a slow, seductive smile, my eyes half-lidded. My gaze dropped to the firm tent growing in his jeans. I palmed him through the denim, and he inhaled sharply, jaw tightening.
“No… I haven’t been f****d in the woods.” I dragged my hand away torturo
