Page 66 of Damiano De Luca (The Five Syndicates)
Just, please, be okay.
He tilted his head. “Are you on the pill?”
“IUD. I’m clean also.”
His lips curved up, and his tone became mocking. “Are condoms too good for the princess?”
I ignored his taunts. “If we’re both clean, and I’m on birth control—”
Damian’s laughter cut me off. “Who knew you’d be so needy, begging me to take you bare?”
I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see them. “Just fuck me already.”
His breaths came out ragged and rough, and a thrill shot through me at being able to take his mind off his parents. But then his hand connected with my bare ass, and I shouted out. It hadn’t hurt, but it had surprised me. Not being able to see Damian was driving me crazy.
I stilled as he lowered himself to his knees. Both of his palms gripped my ass cheeks, and he bit down on one of them. Hard. I screamed out, loud enough for people in nearby rooms to hear.
He spoke against my skin. “Both hands on the bookshelf.”
I placed both hands on the nearest bookshelf. I could feel his breath on my pussy as it parted for him, my ass in the air as I leaned forward. He licked my slit from behind, his tongue going straight for my clit.
My heart beat out of control as he buried his face in my skin. I’d never been eaten out from behind before, and it was far more intimate than I was used to. His tongue stroked my outer lips. His teeth grazed the skin, and he sucked my right lip into his mouth until my moans drowned the room. He was so hungry for me, I could have mistaken him for a starved savage, prepared to eat me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to come out of this alive.
“Damian,” I groaned out his name. Barely.
“By the end of the night, you’ll scream my name so loud, you’ll lose your voice.” His lips brushed my clit as he spoke filthy promises against my pussy.
He slid three fingers inside me, not even bothering to check if I was wet enough. But I was, and when his fingers parted my lips, my wetness dripped down my pussy. He licked it up as he thrust his fingers in and out. I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and pressed opened mouthed kisses to it.
“Tell me how you want it.” His demand scorched my skin.
“Faster.” I panted at the feel of him. “Curl your f
ingers and press them against my g-spot.”
“Beg for it.”
I hesitated.
“Beg.” His tone left no room for argument, and the last thing I wanted was for him to stop.
“Please, Damian.”
“Beg harder.”
“Please. Please. Please,” I chanted. I rode his fingers, pushing my pussy against him until I was surprised he could even breathe. “Faster.”
He maintained the same pace, lazy strokes along my slit. “What do you want?”
“Faster!” My frustration built as he refused to give me what I needed. Instead, he slowed, and I groaned. “What the fuck?” I tried to take matters into my own hands, pushing down until I rode his fingers as best as I could.
His dark, amused laughter sent chills along my body, and then he pulled his fingers out of me, stood, and slammed his erection into me. I screamed out in surprise as his hard thrusts pushed my body forward into the bookshelf. My voice echoed along the walls, and I hoped the library was nearly empty by now, because I was being loud with a capital L.
My grip on the shelf tightened as he picked up his already furious pace. His hands remained planted on each side of my hips to steady me, and he fucked me hard and fast. With each thrust, more books fell off the shelf and onto the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to care. A knock on the door sounded, but we ignored it, my little pants filling the air.
A second later, a feminine voice traveled through the wooden door. “Excuse me? Are you alright in there?”
“Fine!” I managed to shout as Damian yelled out, “Fuck off,” followed by a guttural growl.
