He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug my pants down. The cool air hits my skin, sending a shiver through me, but Damon’s right there, his body heat pressing against me. My heart hammers, and I can’t think past the need coiling in my stomach.
“Damon,” I whisper in a half plea, half warning.
His lips crash into mine again, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. It’s possessive, almost frantic, and I don’t care. I match his urgency, my nails digging into his back as he shifts his weight.
His cock is hard against my hip, the press of it sending a jolt of arousal low in my belly. My breath hitches as his hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with a rough, eager touch. I gasp, hips rolling instinctively to meet him.
He curses under his breath, and with a swift move, he spreads my thighs wider. I feel him align himself, the slick head of his cock grazing my entrance. My heart thunders, and a flash of both anticipation and guilt surges. This is insane, reckless.
“God, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.
We shouldn’t—God, we shouldn’t—but I can’t form a single coherent argument to stop this. The thought of having him is too overwhelming.
In one quick thrust, he’s inside me, and I gasp, my head falling back. The sensation is a rush of heat and pressure that tears a low moan from my throat. Damon groans, his forehead dropping to mine, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to hold himself together.
The stretch of him is almost too much.
For a moment, neither of us move, the intensity overbearing. My fingers curl into his hair, and I feel him tremble, every breath a ragged gasp against my lips.
Then he starts to move, slow at first, each roll of his hips sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I cling to him, lost in the sensation of his body, the taste of his kisses, the desperate, reckless need that’s pulling us under.
Damon’s movements grow faster, more insistent, each thrust tearing a gasp or moan from my lips. His hands roam my body, possessive and rough, as though he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. One hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back so his mouth can claim mine again, hard and unrelenting. The other slides under my shirt, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a way that makes me cry out against his lips.
I arch into him, my body trembling with the sheer intensity of it all. The hardwood floor digs into my back, but I barely notice. All I feel is Damon—his heat, the way he moves inside me like he’s staking a claim. His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, then lower to my neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. My fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him to stay there with me.
“Mia,” he groans against my skin, his voice rough and strained. The sound of it sends a shiver down my spine. He’s losing control, and something about that—about him letting go for me—makes me feel powerful. Alive.
I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper. His hand grips my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin like he can’t get enough. My name falls from his lips again, a low growl that sends my heart racing.
I cling to him, my nails scraping down his back as heat coils tighter and tighter in my stomach. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, and my head falls back. He leans in, teeth grazing my lower lip, his breath ragged. My hands scramble under hisshirt, splaying across his back, desperate to hold onto something solid.
“Look at me,” he mutters, his voice raw.
I manage to lift my gaze, and the intensity in his eyes nearly undoes me. There’s lust, yes, but something deeper. Something I’m not ready to name. His hand moves between our bodies again, thumb circling my clit just enough to send me spiraling.
I moan his name, my legs wrapping around his waist, urging him closer, harder. Each thrust rocks me against the floor, the mixture of pain and pleasure pushing me closer to the edge. His hand grips my hip, pulling me into each thrust, and I feel my body tense, a coil winding tighter with every second.
I cling to him, my lips parting on a silent scream as release slams into me without warning. Pleasure lashes through me, my body seizing around him. My nails rake across his shoulder blades, and he groans low in his throat, his own movements turning erratic.
“Mia,” he rasps, burying his face against my neck.
A shudder wracks him as he thrusts one final time, stiffening before he lets go. His breath stutters, a broken sound of relief and something like surrender, his cock pulsing inside me.
For a few heartbeats, we stay like that—tangled on the floor, locked in the aftermath of something we both know we shouldn’t have done.
“Everything okay in there?” Asher’s voice pierces the heated silence.
Damon’s weight is still pressed against me, my back flat against the floor, my body still tingling from what we just did. His head snaps up toward the door, his eyes narrowing, but it’s too late. Before either of us can react or even move, the door creaks open, and Asher steps inside.
His usual grin vanishes the second he takes in the scene. His gaze moves between us—me, flushed and breathless beneathDamon, and Damon, his hand braced on the floor beside my head. Both of us are disheveled.
I scramble to push Damon off, tugging my shirt down, my face on fire. Damon shifts back onto his knees, adjusting his pants in a way that’s far too obvious. My cheeks burn with mortification, and I can’t bring myself to look at Asher.
He stands there, gaping for half a second, clearly stunned by what he’s walked in on. His eyes flick from Damon to me, taking in our disheveled hair, our rumpled clothes, the very obvious fact that we’ve just been?—
“Oh,” Asher mutters, his usual grin replaced by wide-eyed shock. “I—uh—sorry—” He stammers so badly, it’s almost painful, his gaze bouncing around the room like he can’t find a safe place to land. Then, with a sharp pivot, he backs out, the door clicking shut with awkward finality.
The moment he’s gone, I feel the reality crash over me. My limbs are still shaky from everything Damon and I just did, my mind racing with embarrassment. I tug my pants up, hands shaking so badly that I can’t even look at Damon.
