The memories that hit my tongue at the first bite were almost more than I could bear. I thought she had somehow conjured up the ingredients in her head to make a precise imitation of the favorite meal my mother used to make me when I was a child.
But no, she has the actual recipe card sitting on the counter. I eyed it when I went to refill our glasses with wine. And seeing my dead mother’s handwriting did something to me. It’s as if something snapped deep inside of me, and I can’t seem to turn the switch back off.
As I lead Victoria back to her bedroom, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I should leave right now and call her tomorrow once I’ve calmed down.
But the raging hard-on pressing up against my jeans is doing all the thinking for me at the moment.
I want to fuck her. Punish her. I want to hate-fuck her until she feels vulnerable, completely helpless and confused — all the emotions I’ve felt throughout the years without her. Emotions she never had to go through or process on her own.
Stepping into the bedroom, I can practically taste the fear rolling off of her in waves. If I was a good man, I would tell her we don’t have to do this. I would turn and walk out of the room without even glancing back.
But I’m not a good man.
Perhaps she can sense the anger coursing through my veins, my need for vengeance. Because as she turns to me, I see the trepidation written all over her face. She’s about to tell me she can’t do this. She’s about to tell me no.
But I don’t give her the chance to stop this.
I’m not going to give her a choice, because she deserves everything I’m going to fucking give her tonight.
“Damon, I…” Her voice trails off as she stares up at me with her big, blue eyes.
“Strip,” I demand of her. “I want to see you. All of you,” I tell her before unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the floor.
Every movement she makes is preceded by hesitation, but she does as I ask. She yanks her sweater up over her head, revealing a light blue, lacy bra. She takes off the bra then, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of her perfect, rounded breasts with tiny, dark rose nipples.
Fuck.
My belt is next. And as I pull the hard leather through the loops, I think about using it on Victoria tonight. I can’t help but wonder what her silky, tan skin would look like with my marks and bruises covering her thighs and ass for weeks.
Gripping the leather tightly, I force myself to drop it to the floor. Tonight is not the night to exorcise my demons. If I’m cruel with her, I’ll drive her away much too fast. And I can’t have that.
Her hands tremble as she makes several attempts to unbutton her jeans, and I feed off of her nervousness and fear like a drug. My tongue runs over my bottom lip as I watch her pants disappear to reveal matching blue, lacy panties. When they’re gone too, I boldly peruse her naked form.Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Tight and toned with flawless olive skin.Fucking perfect.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her, my voice husky and rough.
The large, four-poster bed is in the middle of the spacious room over a cream-colored shag rug. Dark wooden floors, a walk-in closet and antique furniture make up the rest of the room. The curtains on the windows are sheer, allowing the city lights to illuminate the room and letting me see her beautiful body.
I watch Victoria lie back on the bed, and she’s practically shaking like a leaf when I climb over top of her. Supporting my weight on my elbow, I hover over her and stare at her bee-stung lips. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Victoria, but I don’t plan on finding out.
That would be a first for me and a hard limit.
Instead, I kiss my way down the column of her neck and chest before drawing her pebbled nipple into my mouth. She cries out and then hisses in pain as I suck and bite at the stiff peak. I lavish the other breast in equal attention before making my way down her lithe, toned body.
I lick and suck my way to her pussy, breathing in her soft, flowery scent before claiming her as mine. The first sweep of my tongue on her clit has her hips arching off the bed, pushing her harder against my mouth. The second has her crying out my name. And the third elicits the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard.
Her face is twisted in ecstasy already even though I’ve just started. Grinning, I begin to lick, suck and bite gently, feasting on her like a desperate, starving man. And I feel like I've been starving for her ever since I first laid eyes on her in the coffee shop.
Fuck, I want to eat her sweet pussy until she comes all over my face.
Licking the soft lips of her sex, she squirms and trembles under me. Her hips buck as if she’s trying to get away from me. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I hold her in place as I focus my efforts on her clit. I want to make her feel everything I give her without being able to move away, and it drives her crazy with lust. She shakes her head back and forth in silent protest, but it's too late to back out of this now. I'm too far gone.
My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans as I feast on Victoria. And when I slip a thick finger inside of her, I groan out loud. So damn warm and tight. Fuck, I can't wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.
I torture her clit with rhythmic circles, bringing her to the edge and then stopping right before she can reach it.
“Damon!” she gasps hoarsely.
Closing my eyes, I secretly wish she was crying out a different name. The name of the boy she grew up with. The name of the boy she used to care for, even love.
