Chapter 98 Burning Desire
CONTENT WARNING: This Chapter contains explicit content. For mature readers (18+) only.
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Damon growled in the nook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as his fangs grazed the curve where my shoulder met my throat. A strangled sound escaped me, half a whimper, and half a plea. I was trembling, not from fear, but from the overwhelming sensation building inside me. I could feel his restraint crumbling, and that knowledge only made my body burn more.
But just when I thought he would lose control, he froze, as if he had become a statue.
His breath hitched. Then, slowly, he pulled away.
"No," I whispered desperately, trying to keep him close. My legs tightened around his waist, my body refused to let go of the heat of his closeness.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest. His hands gripped my hips, he didn’t make any movements, he just held me there...wrestling with himself. And then, in one swift motion, he flipped me around and pinned me down against the cold marble of the tub.
The water splashed violently around us.
I gasped at the sudden chill. The shock of it clashed with the fire burning in my core. I writhed beneath him, my hips moving on instinct. I rubbed myself shamelessly against the hard bulge at his groin, and a moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
But just when I thought he would give in, his hands slipped away. He pulled back again.
I cried out at the loss, tears pricking at my eyes. "No... please... please don’t stop," I sobbed, my voice hoarse with desperation. "It’s torture... I’m burning. I can’t take it anymore."