The Devil's Mistress
Her chest rose and fell against mine, and the look she gave me, wide-eyed and breathless, made me lose my last thread of control.
"Then let me show you just how good I can be." I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. "Because...right now," I lowered her slowly against the desk, keeping her wrists pinned and hovering above her, "all I feel like is the devil you claimed I might be."
"Damien..." She started, but I cut her off with a kiss. Deep and rough.
Then I pulled away before she could respond, dragging my mouth slowly down her neck, tasting her skin. I teased her collarbone, her throat, the soft hollow just below it.
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