Devious Intentions (Carson Cove Scandals 3)

“We all do.” Damien walked over to where we were sitting.

Taylor and Bryant left. It seemed that Anna and Bolt planned to stay for a little while longer. Damien pulled Jenny to the side, and I assumed that he must have told her we were going to be leaving because he motioned to me as soon as the conversation was over. I said goodbye to the group and followed him outside. As soon as the door was closed and we were out of everyone’s line of sight, Damien kissed me. Our lips seared together, and I melted into his embrace. In his arms was the only place I wanted to be. When our lips finally parted, my head was spinning—to the point that I nearly stumbled when he took my hand and started walking towards the car.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to leave your sister alone for the night considering what she did last time?” I laughed under my breath.

“Honestly?” He shook his head. “No, probably not—but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means I get to spend my evening with you.”

Our drive to the villa was rather peaceful, but we teased each other constantly. A light touch—a graze that came so close that it made one of us squirm—there was so much steam in the car that the windows started to fog up, and Damien had to turn on the defroster before we got there. It was a miracle that we even made it to the villa without having to pull the car over. Damien didn’t even let me walk to the front door. As soon as I stepped out of the car, he scooped me up and carried me the rest of the way. Our lips were seared together when the door opened, and the instant they parted, he started kissing my neck.

“We aren’t going to have a glass of wine first? Maybe check out the beach…” I gasped and dug my nails into his back.

“We’ll do that later.” Damien carried me straight to the bedroom, and we fell against the mattress.

“So, what did you miss most while you were locked up?” I pressed my lips to his chest while I unbuttoned his shirt.

“Everything…” He sighed when I put my hand on his belt.

“I’ve never been with an ex-con before.” I lifted up and grinned. “This is a first for me.”

“I’m an innocent man!” He narrowed his eyes and chuckled under his breath.

“That’s what they all say…” I unbuckled Damien’s belt and started sliding his pants down.

Humor was the only way I knew how to process the traumatic madness we had endured at the hands of Edgar Sinn. If Damien laughed—smiled—or was otherwise distracted, it was another moment removed from the rage I saw in his eyes at the police station. I knew what kind of pain flooded his soul after he lost Caroline, and that was when he thought it was an accident. That pain was no match for the rage that came when he found out his father was responsible. I thought I was going to lose Damien when he got out—and the thought of that was worse than anything else. I loved him, and I would spend the rest of my life holding him back from the edge if that was what it took to have him in my arms.

“That feels good…” Damien moaned when I started to move my hand along his shaft.

“How about this?” I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

“That feels even better!” His abdomen tensed up, and he gasped.

I moved my lips and tongue along the bottom of Damien’s cock and worked my way back up to the top. My lips parted when they were against the head, and I began to pull him into my mouth. Watching the way he reacted to my touch made my pussy start to get wet. We hadn’t been apart very long, but every minute felt like an eternity knowing that he was in jail for something he didn’t do. We were going to make up for lost time, and then there would be nothing to stand in the way of the future I wanted with him.

“Hold on…” Damien put his hand on my head, and I felt his cock began to throb. “This is amazing, but I want you…”

“Do you think this is all you’re going to get tonight?” I lifted up and smiled.

“I don’t want to wait.” Damien sat up and kissed my neck.

Damien pulled at my clothes until I was naked in his arms, and then he rolled me over on the bed. His hands forced my thighs apart, and he slid into position with his cock against my wetness. I was ready for him—my body craved the feeling of skin-on-skin—the closeness and the passion. Damien pushed himself inside me and slowly started to thrust. I felt plea

sure shooting through my veins immediately. Our lips seared together, and our tongues intertwined while his thrusts got faster. The pressure inside me began to build immediately. The need was too strong for me to even think about holding back or trying to prolong the bliss my body demanded from the man I loved.

“Oh god…” I gasped as soon as our lips parted. “You’re gonna make me come!”

“You think that’s all you’re going to get tonight?” Damien mocked my words and started to move his hips faster.

“I’m not going to ask you to stop!” I threw my head back, and a loud moan echoed in my throat.

My pussy began to spasm on Damien’s length, and endorphins surged through my veins. The orgasm came quick, but it was powerful. It made my muscles tense up for a moment, and then an enormous release sent pleasure coursing through my entire body. Damien kept thrusting—driving his cock into my g-spot as the orgasm peaked—and then I felt him start to throb. I knew he was about to taste the same paradise that had consumed me. I dug my nails into his back and moved my body in unison with his thrusts.

“This is what I want,” Damien leaned forward and growled into my ear. “You—this—for the rest of my life.”

“Oh god!” I began to shake and realized another orgasm was coming.

Damien’s thrusts got erratic—then I felt him throbbing deep inside my pussy. The head of his cock pulsated several times, and then he began to come. My second orgasm welcomed his seed, and our bodies slammed together as we climaxed. The orgasm peaked so high that it made my head spin, and it was one of the most amazing ones he had ever given me. It was pure and beautiful. The essence of our love and devotion expressed in the throes of our passion. Damien thrusts started to slow down once my orgasm faded, and he was drained. He fell forward and kissed me several times before slowly rolling to the side. I didn’t even try to take a moment to recover before I snuggled into his arms—I just had to feel their warmth.

“I hope you know how much you truly mean to me.” Damien kissed my forehead and sighed.