Chapter twelve

Zirah’s POV

I sat back on my haunches, gasping for breath.

Damon kept on looking at me, his cock flaccid but growing harder beneath my gaze. I bit my lip thinking of how delicious it was in my mouth and I wanted another taste.

My body vibrated with so much sexual energy, I felt like if I didn't let it out, I would explode.

I didn't feel this way with Noah, granted I was drunk on wine and there wasn't much time to explore so much but I faintly remember it being good but not this good. I wanted Damon so badly to fill the space in my pussy. Feel him pounding deep into me, not letting up or giving me any chance to escape. I just had to take it. Damon's eyes darkened like he could read my thoughts and wanted so much to act on them.

He moved closer causing me to shift back until I tumbled on the bed, and he kept his body several inches above mine by resting on his hands, his warm breath coasting over me. He kisses me, his lips ghosting mine before settling deep. Our tongues tangled in a wet