12

Phoebe

I was so nervous as he gently dropped me on his bed. I landed less than gracefully and started to scramble to close my legs. Before I could, Damon was on the bed between my thighs, his mouth sealing mine. I moaned against his tongue as it surged into my mouth. It was so hard to breathe, but not from lack of oxygen. Excitement and desire whirled inside me, until I felt on the precipice of fainting.

Despite that, I struggled to pull him closer, wanting even more of his mouth. He indulged me for a moment before finally pulling free. He didn’t leave though. He just trailed his tongue across my cheek to my ear. He started to nibble on my lobe, and it was unbelievably arousing. How could one part of my body, not even a sexualized part, feel so amazing under his tongue? “Damon.” I shifted restlessly, needing something.

He responded by taking my wrists and placing them above my head. He held them in one hand while he leisurely explored my ear and then my neck. When he left a wet trail