The Night I Wasn't Meant For You

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pth that left me breathless, his tongue sliding against my own in a slow, devastating rhythm. I moaned into him, my fingers twisting in the crisp fabr

ghts spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing us in a silvery glow that made the moment feel both intimate and impossibly exposed. His hand slid d

, his voice low and rough with desire. "

f hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. My breath hitched as his fingers worked open the buttons of my blouse wit

closed over one nipple. He sucked deeply, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak in lazy, tormenting circles. Pleasure sh

st, thumb teasing the stiff nipple while his mouth continued its exquisite torture-sucking harder, grazing with his teeth just

caped me like a prayer

stubble against tender skin-it was overwhelming. His free hand maintained its firm grip on my thigh, squeez

bled from his chest. "You're so wet for me already," he whispered, his breath hot against my breast. His fing

tracing the ridges of muscle, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath my touch. He was rock-hard against my thigh, the

legs, circling and dipping until I was panting, teetering on the edge. Guilt flickered at the edges of my mind, sharp and

k and turbulent-but so was the undeniable want. "Tell me to stop," he said hoarsely, even as

r another searing kiss. "Don't stop," I w

his hands reverent yet urgent. I helped him shed his own, revealing the powerful lines of his body.

eavy. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding again

s around him, pulling h

e, filling me completely. We both groaned at the sensation-tight, perfect, overwhelming. He he

ting through me. His mouth found my breasts again, sucking and licking as he drove into me harder. My nails rake

he angle. The new depth made me cry out, stars bursting

olled. Sweat slicked our bodies as we moved together, chasing the sa

himpered, cli

dark command, his thumb finding my cl

his name as pleasure tore through every nerve. He followed moments later, thrusting dee

the most comforting way, his face buried in the crook of my neck. For several long mi

f my best friend, the impossible tangle of our lives. But wrapped in Damian's

my temple. "This changes

cing idle patterns on

't bring myself to regret it. Not yet. Some connec