Page 92 of Deathless & Divided

Lily shifted her hips, meeting each thrust of his hand with a quiet, airless cry that heated him up from the inside out. Her arousal coated his fingers and he felt her inner walls beginning to flex and flutter around his digits.

“Tell me how close you are,” Damian demanded.

Lily’s eyes, hooded and dazed, met his. “So close.”

The spot he’d found inside her pussy the first time they fucked, the one that seemed to drive her wild, had her gushing around his digits. Damian spread his fingers wide, needing her to feel full of him and only him.

“How badly do you want to come, Lily?”

Her legs shook as she whined. “So bad. More, please.”

Damian flashed his teeth in a smirk. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Using his thumb to play at her clit while his fingers kept up the tempo inside her pussy. It wasn’t long before her head tilted back and her lips parted with one loud shout that was sure to wake up someone on the street if they weren’t already.

As her inner muscles contracted around his fingers and the warmth of her come dribbled down to the hood of the Maserati, Damian leaned in and kissed Lily softly. He explored her hot little candy mouth with his tongue and teeth while she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Nothing was sexier than the sight of her coming undone because of what he did to her.

“So good,” she breathed as he caught her chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Lily.”

She batted his hand out from between her legs. “Sensitive.”

Damian chuckled. “I bet.”

He waved his wet fingers for her to see.

“What—”

He sucked them clean before she could say another word.

“You’re wicked,” Lily said, using her elbows to hold her up on the hood.

“Very. You’re too good to waste, though.”

Damian dotted kisses across Lily’s forehead. She shivered, humming a pleased sound under her breath. The slightest sheen of perspiration dotted her skin and her eyes were wild and dark with lust. He loved the sight of her on that hood with her legs spread around him, her panties soaked by her own juices, and looking at him like she was ready for another round.

“That seemed to work,” Lily said, her voice a little dry.

“Hmm, what?” Damian went about fixing her skirt and panties before placing his hands on either side of her hips. “What worked, Lily?”

She grinned a sexy, slow smile. “You made me stop crying.”

He did.

“And now I feel better,” Damian mused with a chuckle.

“You’re awful.”

“As I told you before, you will grow to like it.”

Lily eyed him curiously. “Maybe I already do. Can I tell you something?”

“Shoot,” Damian said.

“I think I missed you this week.”

“Oh?”