“God...Damien...my god..” she mumbled, her hands sliding up her neck and into her hair, griping the long red strands tightly as her eyes shut, pleasure swamping over her with each movement of their hips. “Fuck...” she gasped, a high, mewling sound slipping free as she forced one hand down from her hair, stroking her clitoris as she leaned down, kissing Damien hungrily.
She had never felt anything this incredible and pleasurable...which considering her multitude of experience as saying something. Each rock of their hips, each time their bodies joined sent a shock wave through her, singing along her nerves along with that twisting, dark passion she had felt curled inside her since she had first laid eyes on the man.
“Damien...” she moaned softly, worship-fully as he pulled away from the kiss, staring down into his eyes, her hips moving even faster against his, gasping moans spilling unheeded from her lips. She leaned in again, her lips moving against his, not in a kiss, but in silent prayer, desperate for every bit of pleasure he could give her.