The clasp came loose, and he pulled it down, before dipping down to take my nipple into his mouth. My back bowed, a moan slipping from my lips as he teased the sensitive flesh. I shivered as he worked his tongue against me, pulling it between his teeth, while his hands worked to slip the rest of the lace off, only breaking away to tug it off my feet.
He returned to me, his fingers gliding down my stomach until he found the agonizing heat between my thighs. My back arched as he brushed against me, just enough to leave me dying for more, and I moaned his name.
“That’s not the name I want to hear, mea luna,” he groaned, his hot breath spilling out over my breast.
He dipped two fingers inside me, and I gasped. His other hand captured the back of my neck, dragging my gaze back to his as he pumped his fingers into me. I parted my lips, but when his thumb brushed over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I moaned. “Mea sol.”
“Closer,” he said through gritted teeth, and he sank his fingers deeper, curling his fingertips, and my body bucked.
I reached for the buttons of his pants, wanting to feel him, to touch him. His hand grabbed mine, stopping me.
“What are yo—” He silenced me with his lips and lowered me down onto the altar.
“I’m worshipping my goddess,” he growled against my lips, trailing kisses down my jaw, down my throat. His fingers worked in and out of me, his thumb sliding back and forth against that bundle of nerves until my body was a lit flame, my hips surging on their own to meet his deep strokes.
“I want to hear you say it.”
I gasped as he nipped at my hip, his fang grazing my skin.
I bit my lip, a wry laugh slipping from my throat as I dipped my head back and taunted him further. “My... mate?”
A low growl rumbled from him, the vibrations dancing across my skin in a way that caused my heart to flutter. He withdrew his fingers from me, and the sight of him drawing those fingertips between his lips to taste me nearly made me come undone. “Such a tease.”
God, did Iloveteasing him.
“You like it when I—" He dipped down, his tongue dragging up my center, and I gasped, my head falling back.
“What was that?” he whispered against my throbbing flesh.
I bit my lip, fighting the smile on my face. “You like it when I tease”—I gasped again as his tongue flicked against that sensitive bundle of nerves—“you.”
I tilted my head, finding his eyes already watching me as I shivered and shook on the stone altar. His hand slid up my stomach until he reached my breast, massaging the sensitive peak as he worked his tongue between my thighs.
“God…” I moaned.
“Still not what I’m looking for,” he said against my heated flesh, and I cried out, back arching off the stone as he plunged two fingers deep into me with the next flick of his tongue.
The tension built higher, my body winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue, each word he whispered.
My breath came in heated pants, my chest heaving. “Damien, I—”
He lifted himself from between my thighs, his fingers still pumping into me as his other hand snaked around the back of my neck and pulled me up to his face. He didn’t kiss me, though, his face inches from mine as his eyes devoured me.
“You what?” he breathed. “Say it.”
“Fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back against his hand as my hips surged against him, meeting him with each thrust of his fingers.
“Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth,” he crooned, that sinful grin curving the corners of his lips.
I met his gaze, the urge to tease him once more rising. “I’m sorry, my—”
He pumped harder, and I moaned as I drew closer to that edge.
“My what?” he ground out, his thrusts growing desperate, as if he needed my release as much as I did.
“I’m sorry, my—” He bit down on my throat, his fangs sinking in as he plunged his fingers into me, and I cried out the word originally meant to be a tease. “King.”
That wicked grin curved his lips as he watched me writhe against him. “That’s my girl.”
