Mark me

Damien's pov

“I'm so sorry” she said in panic and all I could do was growl at the loss of her soft lips.

“Don't apologize, do it again” I said, my lust for her beyond anything I'd ever known.

She blushed, leaning in slowly and stopping just a few inches from me, her breathe fanning my face.

I closed the distance and captured her lips in a soft kiss, feeling her velvety lips moving gently against mine.

Pulling her impossibility close, the kiss grew heated and deep, the taste of her so intoxicating I didn't think I'd ever get enough of her.

She tasted as sweet as she smelled.

She slipped her fingers into my hair, grinding her hips against mine and moaning as the friction intensified. I could feel myself boil over as my dick rubbed against her centre, our clothes the only reason I wasn't deep within her walls.

And her moans did nothing but stroke the fires of my arousal, the desire to have her moan on my dick the only thing I could think about; I wanted her so bad. I needed her unde