Emma’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath Damien’s touch. His fingers moved with maddening precision, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her until her thighs quivered and her back arched off the bed. Heat licked up her spine, pooling low in her belly, ready to snap.
Her nails scraped down his chest, leaving faint red trails. “Damien—”
His name fell from her lips like both a plea and a curse, breathless and desperate.
He smirked above her, drinking in the sight of her coming undone. “Tell me what you want, Bella.”
His voice was pure sin—dark, low, and deliciously rough, like velvet dragged over bare skin.
Emma’s hips bucked, grinding against his hand, chasing the release that kept slipping just out of reach.
“You… ah—Damien, you know what I want.”
“I do.” H
