Night Attack

Damonq brought Elina safely back to the dock and settled her feet there, holding her until he knew her legs were steady.

He’d deliberately used the marina closest to the boathouse and away from where Amelia and Liv were skipping rocks.

He glanced over at the two girls. Amelia was watching.

He wrapped his arm around Elina’s waist, tipped up her face and kissed her. Hard. Possessively. Wet and deep.

She melted into him instantly, her body going soft and pliant, her arms circling his neck.

He loved her mouth. It was always so responsive. His kisses. His cock. Her mouth loved both and she showed that to him every time.

“I like your creativity,” she whispered. “I intend to explore every inch of you when we’re alone.”

“In the middle of a crowd we can be alone,” he informed her with a wicked laugh.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him. “How?”

“I could take you right here, remove every stitch of your clothes, carry you to the picnic bench and pound into you. No one would see unles