Chapter 63: His Prints on Her

[3rd POV—Damon]

Her body purred like a wild cat in heat underneath him. Damon could smell her arousal, her pink folds glistening against the bright natural light outside.

She’s so beautiful.

Her rosy buds, perched atop her ample mounds, were begging him to encircle his mouth with them, roll his tongue around them, and taste them. Just the thought of him making him really hard, solid like a rock, pains him.

If only he could just stick it in her wet pussy and claim her nonstop, he would have already, but he calmed himself.

Utter humiliation sparkled in her lovely set of almond eyes. She must be chastising herself. How could she be so aroused by him when they were in the middle of an argument.

It amused him how she could think about the government taking care of this rampant issue about him in the mafia business. Funny how the country’s economy could not stand itself if not for this kind of business.

Immoral, yes.

Unlawful and brutal.

But that’s the reality.

Damon smiled at her. Despite