Chapter 4: Building Tension
Maria's heart raced with cobra-like strikes of excitement as Damien pulled her into his arms. Her mind swirling with anticipation, she almost forgot to breathe. She locked eyes with him, losing herself in the hypnotic depth of his gaze. Her lips parted softly, heated more by each passing second as he leaned in.
"I've been waiting for this moment all night," he murmured, barely above a whisper.
The raw emotion in his voice was her undoing. Every nerve ending tingled, begging for his touch.
She willingly obliged, hooking her thumbs on either side of her panties and shimmying out of them.
He stared hungrily. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her arousal dripped down her thighs. Her hunger became louder, demanding, as she straddled him again.
Hearing her own breathy moans and feeling his rock-hard erection beneath her only drove her crazier with want.
Maria's hips rolled in instinctual feminine grace, her delicate hands finding the hem of Damien's shirt and pushing it up his torso. She broke their kiss and dragged her lips over his jawline and chin, her breath hot, her tempo frantic. Her tongue tasted the salt of his skin. With a rough sound of approval, he arched his back and finished removing his shirt.
Then, he took charge, his strong hands gripping her hips again and urging her to grind on his firm length. The thin material of her lace panties was soaked from her juices. She whimpered as he applied more pressure, the sensation of rubbing against him as if she were on the brink of a breathtaking precipice. Damien's knowing grin sent a surge of longing straight to her core, and with a sudden, commanding move, he tugged her lace underwear to the side.
Their eyes locked as he found her entrance.