Damien stops in front of me. So close I can feel the warmth of his body. My breath hitches in my throat as I stare at his smouldering eyes.

He's looking right into my eyes, even though I'm standing before him almost naked.

Damien lifts his hand and brings his finger to my shoulder, then letting it fall down on my arm. Goosebumps spread all over me and I shiver. My nipples perk up at attention and Damien notices it. He smirks.

"You're so responsive, moro," he rasps.

I gulp, unable to say anything.

"Are you sure you're doing this for the right reasons?" he asks me, giving me a chance to back out.

I nod. "I'm doing this because I want to."

Damien searches my eyes for some moments before he reaches my hand with his finger and wraps his hand around mine, intertwining our fingers. He silently leads me to the bright room.

"Make yourself comfortable in front of the white linen. Think of the poses you want me to capture. Want something to drink?" he asks me, trying to sound all professional and composed. His eyes are giving him away.

I walk forward, swaying my hips. When I look over my shoulder, I catch Damien staring at my bare ass. I smile sultry. "Something alcoholic. Surprise me." I shrug.

Damien lifts his eyes up at mine, looking at me from under his lashes, before looking down at my body again and exhaling sharply. He gives me a small nod before he disappears out of the room.

I look around myself, anticipating how it'll feel to have Damien standing before me, staring at me through the camera objective.

Fuck. This is so thrilling. And so arousing for some reason.

Damien comes back with a full glass. He hands it to me and I bring it to my nose first, lifting my eyebrows. "Champagne," he answers my silent question. "Not too strong. I want your mind sharp for this."

I look at him over the rim of the glass before taking a small swig. "Mmm." I lick my lips and Damien immediately focuses on that act. "Delicious."

I place my glass on the small table near me before going to stand back in place. "How do you want me?" I intend for the question to sound as sexual as it did. And it does the trick.

"My first answer would be spread in every fucking position beneath me. But since you're, unfortunately, not asking about that, my answer will be that I'll let you decide the positions. Just what you feel comfortable in."

I furrow my eyebrows. "But I have no idea what I'm even doing."

Damien smiles. "Believe me. You look perfect doing just nothing."

I give him a smile. I love when he compliments me. It means so much more coming from him than coming from anyone else. He means so much to me that it's starting to scare me. But today I'll go with the flow. I'll let myself enjoy and see if it'll come something more out of this. I just hope I won't end up heartbroken in the end because of jumping in too fast. 

Damien busies himself with the camera, making sure everything is okay. He even lit up the room so it's even brighter and they're all shining down on me, making me feel like I'm the centre of attention of the only man I ever wanted attention from. 

I don't know how long does our photo shooting last. We joke around most of the time and my stomach hurts from the laughter. It feels good and I'm relaxed. He also makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. I think that's his gift with women. That's why he's so popular among them.

My feet are starting to hurt and I walk to the now half empty glass of champagne. I bring it up to my lips and take a swig, but the champagne spills down my chin and down to my chest. I look down at my cleavage. "Would you look at that," I mutter.

Damien fell suspiciously silent and when I look at him I see he's frozen in place with his camera still to his eyes before he slowly lowers it down to his side, watching me like he's in a trans. His eyes become hooded as he stares at my wet chest and his mouth parts open. 

He walks forward, licking his lips. "I can help you with that," he tells me. He stands before me, the camera still in hand, although forgotten about it now, and puts his hand on my naked lower back, pulling me closer.

He latches his lips on my chest, licking, nibbling, tasting. I arch my back, throw my head back and close my eyes, putting my hand on the back of his head to keep him there. He removes all the traces of the champagne, although my skin still feels sticky, but I don't mind it. At all.

He travels his mouth up on my throat, across my chin and I lower my head when he comes to my mouth. And he's kissing me. Savouring me with his mouth, kissing me like a starving man, like I'm the air he needs to breathe. He consumes me, making any other thought disappear from my head. He immobilises me and makes me focus only on him.

He's dominating my mouth, pushing his tongue around, tasting me, making me his, making me surrender. I hear him place the camera down on the table where I kept my glass of champagne before he wraps now empty hand in my hair, not even thinking about being careful with my curls now. 

I suck on his tongue, he nibbles on my bottom lip and bites down on it. He lets his hand fall down from my hair, against my naked skin on my back, making me shiver, until he's got both of his hands placed on my naked ass, kneading the flesh, pressing me against him. I put my hand on his shoulder, completely lost in his touch - in him. 

I press my hands against his stomach and then lift his shirt up, touching his muscles. He clenches them and groans when I scratch my nails against his skin, stopping at the waist of his jeans. 

He places one of his hands on my bare thigh and lifts my leg up so I wrap it around him. He presses his erection right against my wet centre and I moan into his mouth, putting both of my hands on his head in a possessive matter that tells him there's not a chance I'm letting him go anywhere. 

"Fuck, Brooke," Damien say when we detach our mouths, both of us breathing hard. He goes back to my neck and nibbles the skin there, and down on my chest. "This is even better than I imagined." 

I feel his hand going up and down on my thigh, my leg still wrapped high around him. He looks up at me from under his lashed. "Your skin is so soft. I'm obsessed with touching you," he tells me before he latches his teeth in my bra and pulls it down with his mouth. 

My mouth parts open in astonishment. Fuck me. That's so hot. 

He wraps his hot mouth around my perked nipple, sucking on it. He closes his eyes and groans, making me insane with need. "I want to taste you so fucking bad, Brooke. So fucking bad," he chants with his mouth still wrapped around my nipple. 

This man is going to kill me. He's going to end me. 

Damien places my leg down and trails kisses down, over my stomach, dropping down to his knees when he comes to the waist of my panties. He looks up at me from under his lashes. He puts both of his hands under the waist of my panties on my hips, letting them rest there, teasing me. He places an open kiss right on my wet centre over my panties.

I lean my head back. "Oh, God," I groan, blinking up at the ceiling. It's been so long since someone awoke these feelings inside of my body. I'm trembling for him. Burning for him. Today, tomorrow, and any other day I'm his to take however he wishes. 

He latches his mouth onto my inner thigh, playfully biting down on it, and I hunch over and letting out a laugh before sighing in bliss when he pulls my panties down my legs and his mouth is on me, right there, right where I need it. My eyes roll back and my breath sticks in my throat. 

Damien groans and licks me, his hands on my hips pull me closer to him. I lift my leg on his shoulder, giving him a better access. "You're amazing, Brooke. You taste so good, I could be tasting you for days straight." 

I look down at him, wrapping my hands in his hair and enjoying at the sensations his mouth is bringing me. Holy fuck. 

He's licking, nibbling, sucking, making me crazy. I'm panting, moaning, groaning, calling out his name, gripping his hair and tugging at it, especially when he makes me come to the edge and keeps me there, not giving me what I want - what I need just yet. 

My leg is starting to tremble. I'm so close to orgasm, I can taste it. It's building inside of me, preparing my body for the explosion that's going to come. 

Damien's mouth is relentless now, taking what he wants, tasting me like he's been waiting his whole life to do it. He's skilled and I love it.

I'm falling apart in his hands, against his mouth, shouting out his name as an orgasm hits me that shakes my world, rattling it. 

Damien lifts himself up when I come down from my high, brushing his clothes covered body against my sensitive skin. 

He wraps his hand into my hair before kissing me deeply, intensively. I taste myself on his tongue and I place my hands on his forearm so I don't crash down on the floor. 

"I can't wait to be inside of you anymore. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Brooke, you'll remember it all your life," Damien promises against my lips. He lifts me up and I have to wrap my legs around his waist when he carries me to the couch that's in this room, going past his table from where he takes a few condoms out of the drawer. 

I'm in such a lust haze that I don't even remember to ask him why he's got condoms in here, but I'm afraid I already know the answer to that. 

Damien sits down on the couch with me straddling him. He puts his hands on the either side of my face, looking me in the eyes. "I want to watch you riding me. I want you to take control and let loose. I love when you're in charge ... so fierce," he tells me with lust filled gaze. 

I grin down at him. "Let's undress you first," I say, already pulling up his shirt, exposing his muscles to me. I place my hands on his stomach, tracing his sculpted flesh. His muscles clench under my touch. This man is magnificent. He truly looks like a Greek God.

I slide down his legs to my knees to remove his jeans and boxers. Damien's eyes flash dangerously. I pull my bra off, staring at the sight in front of me. 

His cock is laying against his stomach, hard, thick and long, waiting for me to do something. I get my head closer, letting Damien feel my breath on his cock and it jumps up in an alert. I lick him from the base all the way up to his head, watching him from under my lashes. I see Damien's eyes narrow. I put the tip of his head in mouth and lightly suck on it once before releasing him.

That's the only attention he gets from my mouth because I climb up back on him.

"Tease," Damien breathes, putting his hands on my thighs. 

I grin and lean down, biting his jaw playfully. I slide myself against him, my wetness rubbing against him, creating a delicious friction. Damien's eyes widen and he squeezes my thighs, his hips bucking. He parts his mouth in a silent moan. 

I reach for a condom and roll it on him when I feel he got too much teasing from me. Even I can't wait to slide onto him and feel him deep. 

I position myself at the tip of his awaiting cock and stare down at him when I slowly sit down on him, letting him stretch me fully. I pause for a second when I'm sitting fully on him, having him whole inside. 

Damien closes his eyes and breathes out a ragged breath. "Fuck me, Brooke. You feel so damn good. So perfect," he groans. 

I move against him, getting used to the full feeling, getting used to being stretched out like that. I'm cherishing this moment, this feeling, emitting it into my memory. 

I start to move, slowly at first, and then faster when I get used to him. Damien is a sight to behold beneath me, spread on the couch, watching me with hooded eyes and letting out deep groans of pleasure. 

I rotate my hips on him and Damien places his hands on my ass, squeezing it. "You're a goddess, Brooke," Damien says, bucking his hips. 

I let my head fall forward, my hair framing my face, but Damien removes it away from my face. He brings my head lower, kissing me, and starting to fuck me back. 

His hips meet me halfway, thrusting up at me. "It feels so good," I groan into his neck, kissing it, nibbling on his skin. "It feels so good to have you inside. Why did we wait so long?" 

Damien thrusts at me hard and fast before slowing down again and letting us both enjoy in it again. "I wanted to have you the day I met you," he says. 

He wraps my hair around his hand and places his other hand around my frame, fucking me hard. "Tell me you're close," he whispers in my ear.

The slapping of our skin can be heard loud and clear in the room with our moans and breaths of pleasure. I nod against Damien's throat, feeling myself clench down on him.

He doesn't let me move. He's taken over now, relentlessly thrusting into me, making me cry out his name. 

I feel myself getting close. "Don't come yet," Damien warns me, gripping my hip.

I whimper. "I can't hold it, it feels too good," I paint, digging my nails into his muscled arm. 

Damien tugs at my hair, bringing my head up and my mouth to his. 

I place my other hand on his bicep now because I can't hold it back much longer and I'm spiralling into my second orgasm by him, clenching down on him, enjoying his thrusts and just let myself fall into a depth of pleasure. 

Damien follows after a few more thrusts before he stills and I feel him pulsing inside of me, his groan deep and primal, making me clench down on him again. Hearing him reaching his pleasure makes me almost come again. 

I place my hands on his chest and look down at him, grinning. Damien needs a few seconds to compose himself before his face transforms into an amused one. He brushes my hair back. "What are you grinning for?" 

I shrug, sated and happy. "I think I have a right to be happy after two incredible orgasms," I tell him.

Damien lifts his eyebrows. "Still got that mouth on you," he comments. "I can't wait to fuck it." He puts his thumb on my lips, tracing my bottom one, and I bite down on it.

"Still thinking about sex even after you just had one," I throw right back. 

 Damien chuckles darkly. "So. Incredible orgasms, huh?" he wonders. 

I shrug. "Eh. They weren't that bad." 

Damien cocks his head and narrows his gaze. But we're interrupted by the knock on his door. 

He looks at the clock on the wall behind him and curses. He lifts me off him and he quickly removes the condom, tossing it away. He hastily starts dressing. "Sorry. Got a shooting I forgot about him."

"Oh." I try to swallow down my disappointment when I reach for my dress, not bothering with underwear. 

Damien shoots me a look. "I'm coming to your place in the evening, yeah?'' he says. 

I shrug. "If you want to," I say.

He frowns but there's another knock before he can say anything else. 

When we're both dressed we go to the front door and when I want to open it, he stops me by pushing me back against it and giving me a maddening kiss. "I want to," he confirms. 

I nod and he pulls the door open. I try really hard to ignore how gorgeous the woman waiting for him outside is. I rather enjoy the satisfaction of how her bright smile turns downwards when she sees me next to Damien. 

I smile to myself. "See you later, babe!" I call when I go past the beautiful woman, wondering if he's going to sleep with her, too. Or if he did already. 

Hey, lovelies! Anddd, it finally happened! It was only a matter of time with these two. 

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