Prologue.

Claire's POV

Damon lifts the hem of my shirt, pausing just a moment, then he finally lifts it over my head. I hear his intake of breath as the cool air hits my breasts, and my shirt falls to the floor. Damon’s eyes burn my exposed breasts. I can barely breathe. My nipples harden to points. Damon wets his thumb, rubbing circles on my nipples, toying with the sharp, little points. Damon lowers to his knees and starts removing my pants. I step out of them. Damon reaches up again, taking silk panties and pulling them down my legs, my body bare to him. He looks up at me. He doesn’t speak at first,  just lets his gaze meet mine. In that moment, I feel unsteady, caught in the gravity of him. My fingers twitch at my sides, restless, trying to anchor me, but my body leans forward slightly without conscious thought. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to. His eyes don’t blink, and a groan escapes him. I look down, seeing his cock straining against his suit pants. He looks at my wet pussy again, and then Damon's hot tongue is licking the length of my slit. I shudder. Fuck. I grab his head, keeping him there. Damon’s tongue works its way inside, and I thread my fingers through his hair as he licks and sucks my clit.

“Damon…” My voice is low, rough, vibrating through the air between us. He moves away from me for a moment.

“Shh… Don’t speak. Enjoy …” He whispers. I shiver at the words, at the promise behind them. Damon moves back in, grabbing my ass in both hands and yanking me into him. His mouth covers my pussy.  Then Damon rises, lifts me by the backs of my thighs, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, meeting his eyes. He turns, carrying me to bed. My pussy clenches, feeling the bed behind me. He puts me down, and the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I fall to my ass, hitting the sheets. I land on my back, my head hitting the pillow as Damon comes to lie beside me on his side. His hand dips between my legs. Damon sinks two fingers inside me, and I gasp as they slip in easily, wet as I am.

Damon’s lips find mine, and he kisses as he pumps his fingers slowly into me.

“Wider, baby,” He begs. I open my legs wider as his tongue moves in my mouth and then moves to my breasts, sucking and biting my nipple. He fills me with his fingers, but I want him deeper. I’m craving more, his body, his muscles, I want it all fucking me.

“Don’t stop,” I groan. God, he feels good. But more. I need more. I take his face, bringing his mouth to mine, and he keeps fingering me as his mouth moves over mine, teasing me down to my belly. Damon slips his fingers out of me, standing up and dropping his pants, his belt hitting the floor. He pauses a moment, staring down at me, and my pussy wants his fingers back. Or more. I drop my eyes, seeing his cock sticking straight out like a steel rod, and I stand up. I open my mouth, wanting to taste him. But he pushes me back down, coming down on top of me, and pulling the sheet over us.

“I want you,” He growls over my mouth.  His dick nudges my pussy, and I grind into it, so fucking ready to have him inside me. I kiss his jaw, wrapping my arms around him. He moves his cock at my entrance, rises to look down at me, and grabs my hip, thrusting himself inside. I stretch, tight around his cock, and squeeze my eyes shut as he hits my spot deep. I whimper.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face twisted in pleasure.  He breathes hard and fast as he pulls out and thrusts back in.  I hold his hips, dragging my nails over his skin as I spread my thighs wider.

“You feel so good,” I say quietly. “Don’t stop, Damon.” He smiles and comes down, squeezing a breast as he starts to pump his hips, faster and harder. I seek his lips and take them with mine, kissing him slow and deep as we fuck. Sliding out, he thrusts quickly back inside me, and I squeeze his hips, guiding him and rolling my hips into him to meet each move. I moan as we kiss, the world around me spinning. His hand moves over my body, touching me everywhere. His mouth finds my nipples again, and he starts sucking and biting them lightly. I moan, aching in my back, so he can move deeper into me. He comes back up, thrusting harder, and my pussy clenches around him as my orgasm crests. I moan, both of us moving in sync as our pace quickens and I start to come. My pussy contracts, I don’t blink, and my body tenses, every muscle tightening as I come. I cry out, looking at Damon as I shudder and shake, struggling for breath. The orgasm rocks through me, his eyes do not leave mine as my pussy warms as I grow wetter. I want to know what he’s thinking. Finally, we collapse together, bodies entwined, breathless, hearts racing in tandem. The sheets are tangled around us, cool in contrast to the heat of our skin. 

“You’re trouble, and you taste like sin,” He says, his hand sliding along my hip, pulling me firmly against him. 

My enemy’s uncle. The man I must never touch.

“You know we can’t do this again,” He says finally, his voice hoarse, unconvincing.

I turn my head toward him, my lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile.

“Then why are you still touching me?” I ask.

His jaw clenches, but his hand doesn't move. If anything, it slid lower, teasing, reminding me just how easily this can happen again.

“You’re trouble,” He mutters.

“You already told me that,” I whisper. It is more like a slur as I am a little drunk. We had too much to drink at the hotel earlier. Many people saw us leaving together, and tomorrow I know the whole town of Willowcreek will know about it.