Claiming His Bought Bride / Seducing the Enemy's Daughter: Claiming His Bought Bride / Seducing the Enemy's Daughter

Not wanting to waste a moment on analysis, she opened her mouth to him, needing him more than she’d ever needed anyone.

“One of us is overdressed,” he murmured. Deftly, he removed her robe, pushing it down her arms to pool behind her on the chair, not breaking the kiss for a second.

“Layers.” Damon grinned as his fingers worked the buttons of her pajama top free. “Like playing pass the parcel as a kid.” Undoing the last one, he opened the sides. “Except I don’t have to share the prize.”

He dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth. Her lips parted under his exacting persuasion and she melted, hands drawn to his head, repeating his name, “Damon.”

She imagined his hardness twitching between his thighs, down too low for her to feel, and she wanted more, God help her, wanted everything all at once. Yet part of her had to make sure he understood her position. She dragged his face back to hers.

“Damon,” she gasped between desperately snatched kisses. “This doesn’t set a precedent.”

He grinned around her lips. “I understand.”

Was that agreement? He nipped at her bottom lip and her train of thought began to disappear, yet she clung to it. She needed to have this clear before giving herself permission to enjoy him fully. “It’s just this once?”

His mouth trailed across her cheek then he whispered with heated breath in her ear. “Whatever you say.”

For now that had to be enough. She let herself go, turning to him and kissing him with everything she had. “Now, please,” she begged.

He pulled away. “Not a chance. I’ve been dreaming about being here with you for months. I’m taking my time.” He gave her a slow, sensual smile full of promise and dipped farther this time, to her stomach.

Lily closed her eyes, feeling his tongue flick out and scald just below a breast, then teeth nipping on her side. His mouth moved across her belly, kissing a spot then sucking the skin in through his teeth. She writhed below him, the pleasure-pain a beautiful torture. When he released the skin, he blew on the spot and somewhere in the back of her mind she understood he’d marked her stomach. Claimed her and their baby.

Then he moved lower still and her mind went utterly blank. He pulled her silken pajamas down with hands that moved an inch ahead of his mouth, then tossed them aside.

When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he kissed her reverently, then laid his cheek against her and wrapped his arms around her hips, hugging tightly. “God, I’ve missed you.”

The gesture and words brought tears to her eyes, but before sentiment could carry her away, he turned his face and raised one of her knees then the other over his shoulders. She shivered with anticipation, knowing of his sixth sense for lovemaking—he understood her body and its needs better than she did herself.

He slid his hands underneath her and cupped a buttock in each—lifting her to his face.

As his tongue dipped into her, little arrows of pleasure darted out from her core to the top of her head and tips of her toes.

He withdrew his tongue, teasing. “You’ve missed me, too?”

“Oh, yes.” She writhed in his strong hands still holding her firmly and his tongue dipped again, this time stroking deeply, smoothly, in a rhythm that slowly drove her wild.

Needing to do something with the building energy, her feet slipped down his back to his sides and she pressed her toes into his waist, pulling him closer.

His tongue circled and flicked, raising the tension in her every muscle. She reached out to grab the back of the chair behind her, needing an anchor before she burst free of the world.

One hand moved from her hips and then there were fingers joining his mouth, caressing … probing … finding … pleasuring …

Her body tensed to the point of exquisite throbbing and she let go of the chair, searching for him, needing to touch him, finding his shoulders and digging her fingers into his solidness.

With a tidal wave of sensation, she climaxed against his mouth, calling his name, feeling their souls entwine. The rush of pure rapture touched every part of her body—an eternity of ecstasy in every moment. And even as the intensity began to ebb, the blissful pleasure remained unabated.

She came back to awareness slowly as Damon slid up her body and pulled her into his tender embrace. Ripples of paradise still spread through her body and she rested her face on the crisp hair of his chest, knowing he was right—it had never been like this with anyone else. And she couldn’t imagine it ever would be.

When they made love, they made magic.

Strength seeped back into her muscles, letting her snake her arms around his torso and hug him tightly. Then, unable to resist, her hands drifted lower, over his firm buttocks, scraping her fingernails lightly there, the way he liked, then moving around to encircle him in her hand.

Ah, the feel of him. Burning hot, silky smooth.

Strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her from the chair, then laid her down on the plush carpet beside him. For a moment she hugged him tight, the sensation of his naked length against her skin feeling so right.

Then, unable to wait any longer, she moved down his body, just to see him again, to wrap both hands around him, to claim him with her mouth the way he’d claimed her. Her mind may have chosen to break up with Damon, but her heart and body held a different opinion on the matter. Now they were in control, she leaned in, as possessive as any bear guarding what was hers.

Holding him before her, she closed her eyes and tasted him. He groaned, then rasped, “Lily, wait.”

He edged his way back the short distance to the wall and leaned his shoulders against it, sitting with his legs extended on the soft cream carpet. His golden body smattered with dark hair was posed like an erotic portrait that the artist in her appreciated as much as the wanton woman who’d emerged. She followed on all fours, unwilling to let him out of her reach.