My Golden Eye Boss (Complete)

Chapter 18 – ‘Make it stop’

                    Mentally, Damian swore at the feel of her lips against his.  She knew that she didn’t like something being done behind her back, and he didn’t blame her honestly.  He also didn’t want to tell her but he wasn’t expecting her to come right and ask about the deal with Rosa.  In hind sight, he should have known better, should have known that she wasn’t the type of female, or sister, to let Rosa get hurt.  So, she would deny herself if that meant her sister didn’t feel pain.

                It was a trait he admired in her.  He wrapped his arms tighter around her and lifted her up, her legs locking around his waist as his hands moved to cup her ass.  And as she molded so tightly against him, he had to question if she couldn’t sense just how well they fit together; how prefect they were.  It really felt like her body was made for his.  And like that, he carried her to his room and laid her down on the bed, his lips moving from hers to along her neck.

                Her hold around him loosened and his hands found hers, pinning them above her head as his teeth and lips worked along her neck and shoulder, her cries and moans being beautiful music to his ears.  He knew that those were sounds that would fill every dream he was going to have from here on out.  Finally, he pulled back, his hand still holding hers and he looked her over.

                Her lips were bruised from his kisses and her neck was red from his attack and his love bites and he never wanted anyone more.

                “God damn, you are so beautiful.”  Her lip came between her teeth and he really lost it.  He had no words for how much of a siren she looked right now to him.  Oh yeah, she was calling him to his doom and he would go willingly.

                “What are you thinking?”

                “How sexy of a vixen you are.  And how we better stop before this becomes more.”  With that, he rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.  She slowly sat up and he caught the faint bruising below her ear; seems like one of those love bites was a bit too rough.

                “I don’t understand why you would stop.  I mean, you want me and I want you and…”  His kiss effectively stopped the word flow and left them both lightheaded.  He smiled at her as he pulled back.

                “Ti voglio più di quanto tu possa sapere, Angelina. (I want you more than you could know, Angelina).  But you aren’t ready for what I give yet.  And your scare that you had is only fueling you.  Not what we need to take this to the next level.

                “Now, get under the covers while I make sure everything is locked up and I’ll come back and hold you.”  That wasn’t spoken as an order exactly, but she quickly did what he said and he made quick work of locking everything.  His arms were craving to hold her and he would be a fool to make them both wait.

                He walked back into the room and smiled at her before he walked over to his side and crawled in next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his chest tightly.  Damian smiled to himself as he heard her sigh and knew within moments she was asleep.

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                Four hours later, Damian jerked awake by the loud cries of Angelina, the moans stabbing at his heart.  This was so unlike her to him.  He knew he saw this brave and strong woman who could take on the world, and he knew she could.  But he also couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that she faced and the nightmares that would follow.  He pulled her close again and brushed his lips over the top of her head, trying to give her the comfort she knew she needed.

                “Make it stop, please, Damian.”  He looked down at her in his arms, her hand covering her face.  He knew he couldn’t give her everything while in this mind frame, but he could help her forget and go to sleep.

                “Shh, I got you, innamorato (sweetheart).”  He kept rubbing her back to soothe her as he kept on talking, finally feeling her calm down and his kisses moved from her head down to her lips and he quickly demanded her surrender, which she gave.  Her arms wrapped around him as her lips returned his aggression.  Lord, he just knew that he would never get enough of this woman.  His tongue meet hers as his hands moved over her body, starting from her shoulders, over her arms and settled for the moment on her breasts, his fingers tugging on her n*****s through the shirt.

                And against her mouth, he let out a low groan at how responsive her body was for him.  Her n****e budded up as his hand tortured her and her chest pushed upward against him.  And he loved it, everything she did, it was driving him wild.  He knew that anything they did in the future would be like fireworks around them and within them.

                Finally, he broke the kiss, yanked the shirt and shorts off and trailed his tongue over her neck, down her chest and around her n****e, drawing it in into his mouth and he was amazed by how sweet she tasted.  Now, he couldn’t wait to dig his tongue into her wet p***y and taste her all over his tongue and lips.  He glanced up at her as her hands moved into his hair, her nails running through it and his fingers danced down her stomach, over her thighs and finally slipped into her wet center.  He growled against her n****e as felt her wetness and he couldn’t even deny how all that sweetness made his d**k so much harder.

                He forced himself away from those luscious t**s and kissed down her stomach, dotting nips along her hips and thighs before pushing her legs wide and settling himself between them.  And once she realized what he was doing, her head shot up and her eyes opened wide, telling him that no one had done this for her before and what a shame that was.  Because from what he could see, she looked like sin waiting to happen and he wouldn’t go sinless.

                “Lay down,” he ordered and she looked like she wanted to fight but his tone told her everything.  “Lasciami, tesoro, è qualcosa che voglio fare molto male (let me, honey, it’s something I very badly want to do).”  His words in his sweet Italian were everything she needed to help relax.  And he had every intention of making sure she enjoyed this as much as he did.

                He grinned as he ran his tongue along her slit, her taste being as sweet as candy and just as addictive.  There was no doubt in his mind as his tongue slid into her and she screamed from the pleasure, that this wasn’t something he couldn’t do over and over again.  He watched her as his tongue worked its way upward and flicked over her c**t, her cries becoming louder and more intense.  He loved everything about it and he slipped a finger deep into her and then added a second, pumping them hard and fast as his tongue drew in her bud, sucking on it, like he did to her n*****s.  And her scream of ecstasy was the sweetest music to his ears.

                His tongue moved from her c**t to her core, tasting and licking everything he could.  This was not something he wanted to waste.  And when she was happy and fulfilled and on the brink of sleep again, only then was only when he stopped and kissed back up her body, and once more pulled her into his tight embrace.