Her incredible smell, taste, and heat – it was all too much. He ran his tongue across her hot pink folds, following them to the soft hood of her womanhood where he sucked her swollen pink pearl into his mouth.

With a cry of pain and pleasure, he felt Sierra shatter around him. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure filled her and released, again and again. With new tenderness, he sucked her flesh in and out of his mouth, drawing each cry from her, as he reveled in pleasing her.

When the last of her shudders died down, he rose on unsteady legs. He quickly discarded his clothes and protected himself, then looked into her half-closed eyes. She appeared sated, and half-awake.

He’d fix that.

With a quick movement, he pulled her from the couch and pressed his mouth back against hers.

“No, you were just kissing me…” He cut her off. She was protesting him kissing her so intimately, then kissing her lips. Tough. The thought was sending him over the edge of sanity.

“You need to taste how sexy you are. It’s all I can do to not lose it–”

Her struggles ceased, and he felt her body coming back to life as his hands tugged against her hips, pulling her tightly against his manhood.

He reached down between them, inserting his fingers inside her, feeling the renewed moistness in her core, the heat practically scorching him.

She was ready, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He kissed her once more before pulling back and turning her around. He pushed his throbbing erection against the softness of her ass as his hand ran up her flat stomach, then gripped her soft breasts. Taking her hard nipples between his thumb and finger, he gently twisted them, tugging on the pink flesh.

“I need you,” she cried as he leaned forward and gently nipped the skin on her neck.

“Yes, now,” he agreed as he stepped forward, pushing her body over the back of the couch so her lush behind was sticking up in the air for him. With his knees, he spread her legs apart, exposing her hot pink core to him, enough to make him let it all go at just the sight.

He took a moment to fully appreciate the beauty before him, the milky white skin, with splotches of red where his mouth had tasted her, the incredible curves in every place that was meant to turn a man on. She was exquisite – and she was his.

With no more ability to wait, he guided his throbbing erection to her opening, watching as the head slid inside her, the angle of her body allowing him to see it disappear in her heat.

“Yes, more!” she demanded eagerly.

He gave her what she asked for.

With speed, he thrust all the way inside her opening, wrapping his arms fully around her, his fingers caressing her stomach, hips, breasts, and neck as he thrust his hips forward, again and again.

He lost track of who’s moans were filling the air – his, hers – he didn’t know. He just knew the pleasure was unending, the feel of her gripping his rod was unbelievable. He could make love to her all night long.

When he felt her start to shake around him, his movement accelerated. He knew she was close, her body getting wetter, her walls tightening around him, making movement more difficult.

With a cry of pleasure, she started shaking, her heat gripping him repeatedly as he continued pumping inside her. He thrust faster, harder, drawing out her pleasure, her cries of ecstasy going on and on. When he finally shot his release, all energy left his body at the same time, leaving him completely drained, unable to stand.

He continued pumping inside her, her pulses drawing out every last ounce of his own pleasure, gripping him, squeezing him dry.

With a final thrust, he released the last of his orgasm, then slumped against her, pushing her body into the hard back of the couch.

It didn’t take long for her to squirm beneath him. Too tired to fight with her any further that night, he lifted her in his arms, and moved to the front of the couch. Relief flooded him, when she relinquished herself and allowed him to set her down.

He’d think about what he was doing later. Right then, he wanted to enjoy the extreme pleasure his body felt, and just relax, with Sierra laying right next to him. Both fell asleep, still buzzing from the incredibly intimate coupling.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sierra was trapped. She couldn’t move and panic filled her as she cringed. What was her father going to do now? She hadn’t done anything. She could handle the pain if she knew it was coming, but when it came out of the blue, she wasn’t prepared.

She began struggling, trying to get away. She knew it wouldn’t do any good, but she had to try. She couldn’t just give up and take the beating. She didn’t deserve it – she’d been good. She did everything he asked of her.

“Sierra, stop. Ouch! What the hell?”

The deep voice sent her panic over the edge as she kicked her trapped legs, moved her shoulders, struggled to free herself.

“Please, I haven’t done anything. Please, no more. It hurts. I can’t…” Sierra sobbed, knowing her punishment would be worse, but in her sleepy delirium she couldn’t stop herself. She just didn’t want to be hurt.

She sobbed as her body grew weaker. She couldn’t get away. He’d really hurt her now. She shouldn’t have struggled.

“Sierra, wake up, you have to wake up. It’s me – Damien.”

Sierra tried to open her eyes, tried to rise from the nightmare, but panic was still clogging her, still keeping her under its spell. She was still trapped.

“Please…” she begged in one final attempt.

“Sierra, it’s me,” the voice said. It didn’t fit, it was too gentle, too caring. That couldn’t be her father. Hazily, Sierra pulled herself from her half-sleeping state and cracked her eyes open.

Damien was warily watching her, the lamp beside his bed casting a glow across his face, showing the concern radiating from his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she automatically replied with tightness in her voice.

“My groin begs to differ. You have one hell of a good knee,” he said with a slight grimace. It took Sierra a moment to figure out what he was saying, and then it dawned on her.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasped.

He was leaning over her, supporting his weight on his elbow, the blanket ridding low on his hip. When she looked down and noticed her chest fully exposed to his view, she quickly reached for the blanket, trying to tug it from underneath their bodies.

Damien gave her breasts a leisurely look before shifting and allowing her to pull the blanket clear up to her chin. She didn’t know how she’d ended up in his bed. The last thing she recalled was lying down on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a movie playing.

“I carried you upstairs. You fell asleep before the opening credits even started,” he said. It was unnerving how he always seemed to guess what she was thinking.

After they’d finished having sex, they’d fallen asleep on the couch, only for him to wake her a couple hours later with a second round, even better than the first. When she’d gotten up and tried to grab her clothes, Damien had scooped her into his arms, saying he liked her naked.

He’d then re-deposited her on the couch with a blanket, before going to the kitchen to make her hot cocoa. She’d been so comfortable she hadn’t put up too much protest.

“I need to get some water,” she told him, hoping he’d be a gentleman and turn away.

“I’ll get it for you,” he offered as he started to move.

“I need to use the bathroom, too,” she said, her face immediately turning red.

“Need me to carry you?”

“No!” She felt her face go from red to burgundy. He started laughing, then flipped over on his back. As she tugged one of the blankets the rest of the way loose, her eyes glanced down and she couldn’t help but notice the impressive tent his body was making of the sheet barely covering him.

Her eyes shot back to his face and his satisfied expression. How could he even think about sex after the extreme rounds they’d had not long ago.

“Don’t take too long,” he said with lazy indulgence.

She scooted from the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, stopping at the sink and splashing cold water on her face to wash away the last of the terror still making her heart pound. She must have been tangled up between Damien and the blankets.

“You’re okay,” she promised herself in the mirror. Her heart finally slowed down as she took a long drink of cool water and gave herself a few moments to talk herself down.

She emerged from the bathroom, not sure what she should do next. She didn’t think it a wise idea to climb back into Damien’s bed, letting him think she was planning on jumping full on into the affair.

Her mind mocked her. She hadn’t refused him yet, so what was the difference. She glanced to the bed and let out a relieved breath when she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. She could sneak from the room and find a guest bedroom. With the size of his house he had to have at least three or four of them.

“I brought a snack and wine,” Damien said as she reached the door only to run into him. “Where are you going?” he finished as his eyes narrowed.

“I…well…” she stumbled, feeling frustrated with herself. Just say it! “I’m going to another room,” she finished stubbornly.

“No.” He didn’t elaborate as he placed his hand on her back and led her to his bed. She glared at him when he gave her a soft push and she landed on the bed on her behind.

“You can’t just tell me no like I’m two, Damien,” she said with exasperation.

“Then don’t act like you’re two,” he said as if he was making perfect sense.

“I told you last night I don’t want to jump into an affair.”

“It’s a bit too late for that, Sierra. Try this, it’s my favorite,” he offered as if they weren’t having an important discussion.

“Fine, I’ll try the wine if you tell me more about your vendetta,” she compromised.

“You first. What were you dreaming about?” Sierra hesitated, but knew he’d keep on pushing.

“It wasn’t a dream. I just…when I woke up, I couldn’t…um…move, and it scared me, that’s all,” she said half-truthfully.

“That was more than panic over being trapped. What are you hiding, Sierra?”

“Nothing. That’s what happened,” she stubbornly answered.

“I don’t believe you,” he persisted.

“I felt like I was trapped. I panicked, end of story. Now, it’s your turn to talk,” she said as she sent a glare his way, letting him know she wasn’t giving him anything else.

His eyes narrowed as he stared her down. A small shiver passed through her. The man really knew how to intimidate with nothing but his eyes. She firmed her resolve, though, desperate to hold onto her newfound will-power.

“What do you want to know?” he finally asked as he sat next to her and grabbed a cracker and a slice of cheese.

“Everything.”

“That’s a little vague, Sierra.”

“You’re avoiding the subject, Damien. You expect me to turn on my best friend, the only person who’s always been good to me, and you’re not willing to give me any details. I hate to tell you this, but you must not have any friends if you think I’d do that,” she said, refusing to break their eye contact.