Chapter 3

The kiss sent shock after shock through her entire being. She almost buckled but he grabbed her by the waist, holding her closer.

The kiss was hot, urgent, as though he needed her lips to breathe, to survive. The pressure of his mouth against hers stole the air from her lungs. She whimpered softly, fingers curling into his shirt as she pulled him closer. He responded instantly, as if that small gesture was all the permission he needed.

When he finally pulled back, he looked at her with eyes darkened by desire, desire she believe she had caused.

“My hotel is very close to here,” he said.

All she could do was nod.

He hailed a cab, and when she tried to protest, he gave her a crooked smile. “Are you sure you can make it to the car? Because I can’t.”

Her cheeks burned as she realized exactly what he meant. Her legs were still shaking from the kiss. He opened the door for her, then slid in beside her.

“La Bourdonnais, please,” he told the driver.

She smiled to herself. The same hotel she was staying in.

Tonight was full of dangerous coincidences.

“Care to share what’s making you smile?” Damien asked, his gaze never leaving her.

“I’m just thinking,” she said lightly, “about meeting the mighty Damien Blackwell and discovering he’s my Parisian romance for the night. Who would’ve imagined?”

He chuckled, watching her laugh, and wondered, dangerously, what it would feel like to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“And you still won’t tell me your real name,” he said, placing his palm over hers.

She turned her hand upward, lacing her fingers with his, leaning closer. Telling him the truth felt thrilling and reckless. He was her father’s enemy. That alone should have stopped her.

Instead, she whispered against his lips, “Let’s wait till morning. I might change my mind.”

“Till morning, then,” he murmured into her lips, just as the cab stopped.

They paid the driver and moved through the hotel quickly, the tension between them was  thick and undeniable. Inside his room, the door barely clicked shut before the silence settle in.

Benita sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the room, anything to avoid looking at him. Damien shrugged out of his coat.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

“No,” she said softly. “I’m fine.”

He turned to her. The cool night air had flushed her cheeks, his gaze lingered, slow and intent. He reached for her hand, pulling her gently to her feet. He stood close, too close, but didn’t touch her right away.

When he finally did, his hand trembled slightly at her waist.

She looked up at him, eyes vulnerable and trusting, and something inside him snapped.

He kissed her again, deep, aching, unrestrained. This kiss wasn’t rushed. It was claiming. Her lips parted on a soft breath, and the sound went straight through him. He groaned quietly, pulling her harder against his chest.

He kissed her like he was memorizing her. Like tomorrow might steal this moment from them.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice rasp.

She turned slowly, pulling her hair aside, exposing her neck. “Take me.”

The rest unraveled in heat and hunger.

He unzipped her dress slowly, letting it slide down her body inch by inch. His hands followed the fabric, reverent, possessive. He unclasped her bra, his breath hitching at the sight of her, then eased her panties down her legs.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“Your turn,” she said, her hands trembling as she reached for his shirt.

He stopped her gently. “Let me.”

He stripped quickly, and when she saw him fully, she couldn’t look away. He was all power and control, his cock barely restrained.

He drew her close again, skin to skin this time, the sensation overwhelming. She felt his cock push against her stomach, and her breath caught. His eyes searched hers, asking without words.

She nodded.

He lifted her and laid her gently on the bed, hovering over her as he kissed a path down her body, slow, deliberate to her navel, he lingered there, giving her pleasure she couldn't comprehend, then he moved down, lower, slowly in between her thighs. When he placed a kiss to the lower part of her p**sy, she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure ripped through her. 

Her hips arched upward to meet his tongue sucking her clit. He momentarily raised his head to look at her, her back was arched upward making her breasts stand erected. She held onto her breasts like she was about to come, she looked lush and so wanton.

“Damien—”

He stopped just as she began to unravel, making her whimper.

“I can’t have you coming yet,” he said hoarsely.

He moved over her, parting her legs, guiding himself carefully. When he entered her, slowly, inch by inch, she was so tight and wet. She gasped at the sharp sting when he finally thrust inside her.

He froze.

“Are you—” realization hit him hard. “Are you a virgin?”

She wrapped her arms around him, stopping him from pulling away. “Don’t stop.”

He waited, watching her face, until the tension eased and she nodded again. Then he moved, his dick was surrounded in her warmth, her p**sy muscles tighten around him and he almost came undone. slowly.... so slowly, he started a controlled strokes that made her moan with every thrust.

She clung to him, matching his rhythm, her body opening to him completely. His restraint snapped. His pace quickened as desire burned through him, sensing her coming towards release, he reached down and touched her, pushing her over the edge with him.

With a loud groan and moans, they came together, breathless and undone.

Afterward, he rolled to the side, pulling her with him, one leg tucked between hers, her head resting against his arm. He patted her hair, a smile tugging at his face. This… right here felt peaceful.

"How are you feeling?". he asked

"Amazing" she sounded sleepy.

“Sleep,” he whispered.

She did….smiling as she drifted off.

Damien watched her, memorizing every detail. A feeling settled deep within him, a dangerous and absolute feeling.

He has fallen in love with this stranger.

And he is going to make her his.

The ringing phone shattered the quiet. It woke her up from her sleep.

Benita carefully slipped from his arms, grabbed her bag, and checked the caller ID.

Rafe.

“Do you realize it’s three in the morning—”

“Benny,” he cut in. “It’s Father..... He collapsed.”