He puts the locket on immediately, and it settles against his chest, right over his heart. His fingers touch it reverently, like he can’t quite believe it’s real.
“I’m never taking it off.”
A buzz of pride runs through me, and I curl into his side. “Good boy.”
He tilts my chin up and kisses me, deeper this time, possessive and claiming in the way only Damon can be. He slides his hand under my shirt, skating it over the soft rolls of my stomach until he reaches my bare breasts. I gasp against his lips.
“Damon.” My breath hitches. “We need to get ready for dinner in like, two hours.”
“We have time.” His fingers find my nipple, it’s already so hard and aching. “And I’m not done celebrating yet.”
“You better not be teasing me again.”
“Mmm.” He groans, sending heat pooling in my core. Then his free hand slips under the band of my underwear, his fingers dipping low until he finds my soaked pussy. “Does this feel like teasing?”
Those thick fingers circle my clit and I’m already ready to come. “Please…”
“Or does this feel like worship?” He climbs off the couch and kneels, pulling my underwear all the way off, and spreading my thighs.
The sight of him between my legs, staring up at me with that dark, possessive hunger is more than I can take. He pulls me to the edge of the couch, and I lay back for him, giving him all of me. And when his tongue touches my clit I almost jump off the couch. “More,” I beg. “Please…”
He devours me, tongue flicking, fingers pumping. I think about how his cock was inside me all night. How he’s tasting his own cum still leaking from my pussy and that’s so damn hot,I can’t hold it together. My eyes fly open and land on Holly—watching us like some creepy sentinel.
“Holly’s watching,” I manage to say on a panting breath.
Damon lifts up and smiles, his eyes flash with something dark and primal. “Good. I know how much you love being watched while you come.”
I’m about to respond until he starts fucking me with his mouth again.
“Oh fuck—” The words dissolve into a moan as his tongue drags through my folds, and plunges into my pussy.
He’s relentless, his hands gripping my thighs possessively as he works me. Every stroke of his tongue sends me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Angel.” His voice vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “Let Holly see who makes you feel this good.”
I’m so damn close. My fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard, as he sucks my clit between his lips.
“Damon… I’m?—”
“Not yet.” He pulls back, leaving me desperate and aching. “Stay right there.”
“What the fuck?” He disappears into the kitchen and I’m left panting, staring at Holly’s creepy smile like she’s judging my life choices.
He comes back moments later with the bottle of peppermint schnapps I bought for hot cocoa.
“What are you?—”
He takes a swig, then leans down and kisses me. The liquid transfers from his mouth to mine—cold, burning, and sweet.
“Swallow,” he orders against my lips.
I do, and the peppermint burns as it slides down my throat.
“Good girl.” He takes another sip, but this time he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he moves back between my legs and?—
“Holy shit!” The cold liquid hits my heated flesh, followed immediately by his hot mouth. The contrast is overwhelming, the peppermint makes everything tingle and burn in the best possible way.
“You taste even better like this.” He licks me clean, his tongue circling my clit like I’m his last meal. “Like Christmas.”
