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The taste of a summer rainstorm washed over me and I couldn’t help myself. The kiss transitioned into the flash over zone and before I knew it, I had her pressed against the wall. My hormones went into overdrive and all I wanted was to hear her cry my name with her throaty, sex-laden voice.
The reality of our connection sucked the air from my lungs and I pulled away, meeting her gaze.
“I really have to study,” I mumbled, trying to convince myself more than her.
She giggled, and the sound made my muscles tingle.
“You’ve said that three times already,” Naomi whispered and licked her lips. That simple act may have been done in innocence, but it erased all thought from my brain, reducing me to the base animalistic tendencies so pronounced in my blood.
I think I growled, but I can’t be sure. All I knew is the night was coming and I could feel the pulse of it in my mouth and my cock, both begging for satiation. Cloth tore and I blinked, staring down at her wide eyes, my body poised over her now naked form laid out on the hard floor, ready to take her without consideration.
My muscles tensed and I exhaled. “I’m sorry,” I whispered and went to pull away.
Naomi grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. When her teeth closed on my throat I moaned her name, but she didn’t break the skin, instead her tongue danced over my carotid, the flutter as pronounced as my pulse. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to bury myself inside her.
For every swipe of her tongue, a little piece of my control chipped away and the burning need to have her stripped my skin of hesitation.
“Ah, fuck, Naomi, you have got to stop that,” I said.
“Why?” she asked against my neck just before her teeth punctured my skin.
Her gentle sucking crashed through me and I dipped my mouth to the line of her throat, piercing her skin at the same moment I thrust my hips. Her sharp gasp slapped my mind back in place and my teeth retracted, breaking contact with her skin. The feel of her tight around my throbbing member nearly sent me over the edge and I closed my eyes, relishing the all-consuming heat.
“Damian,” her voice cut through my stupor, the moment bringing with it a sharp clarity at what I had done.
I raised my head, meeting her gaze and then looked down at our coupled bodies. I’m sure my eyes were just as wide as hers, but I made no move to pull out, instead, I circled my hips slowly and my eyes rolled at the sheer bliss. I leaned down and licked the blood from her neck before bringing my lips to hers.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered and punctuated it with another swirl of my hips, bringing a gasp from her, but this time there was an underlying hint of pleasure and her body responded, moving with me.
Her fingers dug into the back of my head, pressing my mouth to hers, our tongues mingling, drenching my senses with blood and summer mist, our bodies sinuous and languid in our rhythm. Not one encounter in my entire existence prepared me for this moment, even the memories of my time with Athena paled in comparison to this exquisite creature.
We rolled and I let her take over the pace, whispering her name accented with my ancient Greek, forming long-forgotten words of affection. Her features transitioned, saturating with ecstasy and her throaty breath with my name on it led me right into oblivion.
I opened my eyes to the ceiling, blinking before lowering my gaze to her body draped over me. Her knees still tightly hugged my sides and both her arms curled around my shoulders. Her chest heaved with exertion and her dark hair tickled my neck.
My first coherent thought sent a shock wave spinning through my body. What the fuck have I done?
I licked my lips, afraid to speak. I knew I’d have to eventually, so I bit the bullet. “Naomi?”
She lifted her head a fraction, but didn’t look at me, instead, she used her luxurious mane to hide her features and when I went to move her hair from her face, she stopped me with one word.
“Don’t.”
“I...” I started, but she whipped her hair away from her face and the glare that pierced me shut off any further attempt at an apology.
She lay her head back down on my chest and fear channeled into my cells. My fingers found her hair and I combed them slowly through her locks. My mind shifted to the feel of the silky strands and the warmth of her stretched out on me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance to feel her this way again, so I took the time to burn it to memory.
When she finally lifted her head and propped her chin on her fist, I met her gaze.
“This doesn’t mean you own me,” she said, her voice still carrying a hint of anger.
“I know. It means you own me.” I traced her lips and met her gaze.
Naomi’s features softened and she sighed, allowing a small smile to form. “I guess Lucifer can’t shatter my innocence anymore,” she said and offered an eye roll.
I smiled, unwilling to speak, unwilling to tell her that Lucifer could now shatter my world. And if he ever got his hands on her, that’s exactly what would happen. Making love to Naomi had sealed my fate. My life was now devoted to keeping her safe. Michael would have to enlist someone else to keep tabs on the rest of his bloodline, because this beauty in my arms was my future.
“I could stay like this forever,” I whispered.