It had been a stroke of luck that the red cape had caught his attention, or Naomi might have left before he could stop her. And then he would have missed out on caressing her while they danced to the slow rhythm of the music.
Damian felt Naomi’s soft lips and captured them, slanting his head to allow for a deeper connection, while beneath the fabric of their capes, his hands weren’t idle. He didn’t care if any of the vampires or hybrids in the club knew what he was doing. They would never get a chance to see Naomi’s naked body or know what it was like to knead her heavy breasts and turn the nipples into hard little pebbles. Nor would they get to touch the place from where her arousal was wafting to his nostrils. With one hand he squeezed her breasts, while he slipped his other one down between her legs and underneath the short skirt.
Her panties were already soaked with her arousal, and even though he’d wanted to take his time, he couldn’t wait finding out that she was already wet for him. He slipped his hand underneath the thin fabric and through the curly hair to touch her pussy. At the first contact, Naomi moaned, and he captured the sound in his mouth. Ah, how he loved a responsive woman. There was no shyness in her. Not anymore.
Damian bathed his fingers in her juices and stroked along her warm cleft, before he swept upwards to find her clit. The tiny organ was plump and ripe, ready for his attention.
He released her lips and pressed his cheek to hers, so he could whisper into her ear. “Tell me how you like it. Slower? Faster?”
“Damian,” she murmured sounding dazed as if tipsy, though he smelled no alcohol on her. “You can’t just, oh, oh…”
“Ah, so that’s how you like it.” He sucked her earlobe between his lips and bit down very gently, while he drew small circles around her clit, his tempo increasing. “That’s the right spot, isn’t it?”
He loved teasing her like this. He didn’t need her to answer him, because her body was already telling him everything he needed to know. And fuck, it made him hot. He’d never done this in such a public place, never pleasured a woman right on the dance floor of his club. He’d always liked his privacy, but when Naomi had told him that she’d seen him flirt with another woman earlier, he wanted to make sure she understood that he was sending a signal to all the women in the club that he was taken. That’s why he was kissing her in full view of everybody, his fellow vampires too. If they saw them, they could easily guess what was going on beneath the capes.
“You make me so hot,” he murmured close to her ear. “I could burst right now.”
Naomi breathed hard, and her heartbeat accelerated. He could feel it beneath his palm that was still fondling her breasts.
“It feels so good,” she let out on a breathless moan.
“Just let yourself go,” he said and brought his hand from her breasts down around her waist to steady her. “I’ll catch you, chérie.”
He turned his face to her again and looked into her lust-drugged eyes. Her lips were parted, and her tongue darted out to lick them. The sight was just too much to resist. He took her mouth again and swept his tongue into the sweet cavern, teasing, exploring, and dueling with her. Farther below, he rubbed over her clit with an ever-increasing tempo in a rhythm her body dictated, when he suddenly felt her gasp into his mouth. As she climaxed, he slipped one dew-covered finger into her slit as deep as he could and felt her muscles spasm around him.
Damian released her lips and lowered his face to her neck, fighting against the urge to free his cock and take her in the middle of the dance floor.
Fuck! He hadn’t expected Naomi climaxing in his arms to be such a breathtaking feeling. He couldn’t wait to find out what it would feel like with his cock inside her.
Slowly, he felt Naomi’s orgasm ebb, and pulled his finger from her tight sheath. She went all soft in his arms.
“How about we go back to my office?” he murmured.
“Yes.” Her answer was more breath than word.
He made sure that Naomi’s clothing beneath the cape was properly adjusted, before he guided her through the dancers.
“I need water,” she said.
“There’s water in my office.” He didn’t want to waste time at the bar, even though his staff would make sure he didn’t have to wait long to be served. But waiting even a second was a second too long. Besides, he didn’t want to run into a bunch of people who would all see that he was sporting a boner of massive proportions.
The moment they were back in his office, he shut the door behind them and flipped the lock shut.
~ ~ ~
Naomi felt as if in a daze, but she heard Damian lock the door to the office behind them. She turned around to him and noticed the lusting look he raked over her. It made her even hotter than she already felt. She untied her cape and tossed it on the seating arrangement.
“Water, right?” he asked in a hoarse voice and stalked toward the refrigerator, while ridding himself of his cape and tossing it to join hers.
A moment later, he handed her an ice-cold bottle of water, and she gulped half of it down, before she handed it to him.
“Thank you.”
He downed the remaining half of the water, then tossed the bottle in the trash bin next to the desk. While he did that, Naomi’s gaze fell onto his pants, or rather the bulge hidden behind his zipper. His arousal was undeniable. The fact that he’d just pleasured her on the dance floor where everybody who cared to look could have easily guessed what they were doing, should make her feel ashamed. Instead, it excited her. And made her feel bold.
She’d never been aggressive when it came to sex, but Damian stirred something in her, and she couldn’t help but act upon that feeling. She took a step toward him, then placed her hand over the outline of his erection, feeling it pulse hotly against her palm.
Damian put his arm around her waist, and pulled her even closer. “You want to feel me inside you?”
She squeezed his cock, and his eyes were shimmering golden now. His fangs peeked from his lips again like earlier, and she realized something now. She lifted her free hand to his lips.
“When you kissed me, I didn’t feel your fangs. I thought you’d taken them out.”
“No, I just retracted them,” he said.
“How? I thought they’re just stick-ons.” She slid her finger across one fang, and felt him suck in a breath.
“Fuck!” Then he swallowed visibly.
“They don’t feel like plastic.” They felt really sharp. “How do you retract them?”
“By touch.”
He took her finger and pressed it against one fang. To her surprise the fang slid upward, and was suddenly gone.
“See?”
“Wow, that’s genius.” She’d never seen props that real.
He chuckled. “I had them made especially.” Then he glanced down to where her hand still cupped his erection. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”
Now she was the one who swallowed hard. Damian was direct, and she liked that. “Why are you still dressed?”
“I guess that’s a yes.”
But instead of opening the button of his pants, he took her hand and led her to the far wall of the office. Was he going to fuck her up against the wall, rather than on the couch? Clearly, Damian wasn’t a man of ordinary tastes.
When he pressed his hand against a spot on the wall, a door suddenly opened up toward them, a door that looked exactly like the wall. Stunned, she allowed him to usher her into a secret room, then heard him close and lock the door behind them, while she let her eyes roam. A large bed dominated the room, which was bathed in subdued light coming from several wall sconces. There was a second door, which was ajar and looked like it led into a miniscule bathroom. In one corner of the room was a safe, next to it a clothes rack and a small dresser, a few bottles of alcohol sitting on top of it.
“Do you bring a lot of women here?” she couldn’t help but ask.
He pulled her into his arms and slid his fingers under her chin. “Forget about anything that might or might not have happened in here before tonight. Can you do that?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He captured her lips, and kissed her deeply, before withdrawing again.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, and she let her eyes roam over him, before she reached behind her back to try to lower the zipper of her dress.
“Wait,” he demanded. “I’d like to undress you myself.”
She smiled and dropped her hands, while he rid himself of his shirt. She reveled in the way he undressed himself with natural grace and self-confidence. The body he revealed was perfect, like that of a Greek God: strong muscled arms and legs, a ripped stomach, and a nearly hairless chest. When he stood in front of her with only his black boxer briefs, her mouth went dry. She’d never seen such male perfection—other than in a magazine or on TV.
Naomi met his gaze, when he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs and rid himself of them. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, curving up toward his navel.
A breath rushed from her lungs. He was beautiful all over. And she wondered whether she’d passed out somewhere along the way and this was only a dream. A man like Damian wanted to sleep with her? Why?
“Something wrong?” he asked and took a step toward her. “You don’t like what you see?”
She ripped her gaze from his cock and met his eyes. “No, I like, I like it very much.”
“Then why are you frowning?”
“’Cause this is probably not real. I must be dreaming.”
A soft chuckle rolled over Damian’s lips. “I’m the one who’s dreaming, chérie.”
She loved the way he said the last word.
Damian put his hands on her shoulders, then turned her and unzipped her dress. As cool air blew against her back, he kissed one shoulder and worked his way toward her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses on her heated skin. She shivered at the sensual contact. Then she felt his hands on her breasts and realized that he’d pushed the dress down and freed her of it. Aware that she was only wearing her high heels and a G-string now, she felt self-conscious. Now he would see that she was chubby around her waist, hips, and stomach, and how truly heavy her boobs really were, how much extra weight she carried around her midsection, which with the right clothing she could sometimes disguise. But in the nude, everything was laid bare. Would he regret this?
“Damian,” she murmured. “Can we dim the lights?”
He lifted his head from her neck and turned her to face him. “You don’t like looking at me?”
She shook her head. “It’s not you. It’s, ahm, me. My body… it’s not as perfect as yours.”
Damian stepped back and ran his eyes over her. “I beg to differ. I love looking at you, so please don’t make me make love to you in the dark. You’re perfect.”
He thought she was perfect?
“I’m not perfect.”
“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Then he motioned to the bed. “Now be a good girl, and lie down on the bed.”