“While I what Ezra. Say it.” He murmurs darkly, his free hand gripping my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.
“While you lick my…” I moan when I feel the tip of his tongue trail along my bottom lip. If it weren’t for him holding me up, I would have crumbled to the floor; my legs had turned to jelly.
“Lick your what…” Damien whispers teasingly. He was deliberately tormenting me and loving every goddamn second of it.
“My clit.” Damien bites his lip, and for a second, I see desire radiating in his eyes, but it vanishes, and he smirks smugly.
“Naughty girl,” He lets go of my jaw, brushing strands of my hair away from my face. “You want to watch while I devour your pussy?” Why does it sound so much sexier when he says it? I feel my nether region go moist, and my clit throbs when he talks to me in that manner. No one has ever spoken to me like that, and I didn’t even know I liked it till Damien.
I swallow thickly, unsure if I should respond or not. His lips are so close, and I wonder what he would do if I kissed him. Would he kiss me back or pull away and punish me for daring to touch him?
Would the punishment be worth the crime?