TWENTY NINE: DIRTY DINNER (2)SERAPHINA He flinched a little, knocking breath from my lungs as hunger travelled deep in my stomach.The thought that I made him that active was the encouragement I didn’t know I needed. Now, I was all wet and sticky down there, pulsating for his mouth, his fingers, and hopefully his huge fucking cock. My fingertips pushed back, grazed the inside of Damien’s thigh first, just a featherlight touch, testing. He swallowed up what he was saying to Clarissa. “Are you okay?” She asked, handing him the jug of water.He’s fine, thanks Doc. Damien’s muscles tensed under my touch, the corded strength of him going rigid beneath my palm. I didn’t look at him. I kept my expression smooth, my lips curled around the rim of my wineglass as I took a slow sip, watching the way his throat worked when he swallowed.Then I let my fingers drift higher again. My heart pounded crazily in my chest.Anyone who crouched or sat at a weird angle would see this. See me touchin
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