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best at not letting my imagination run away with me, and especially when it relates to Damon.
    “I love you,” he said, kissing me again. “I love you more than anything. When Poko was saying all that stuff about our trials, and how hard our life would be, I couldn’t think of anything but how much I wanted to keep you safe. How the most important thing in the world to me is you.”
    Trying to tug at the second button on Damon’s collar got him to do the same to mine, except he got me three buttons down, while I was still working on number two. He flattened his hand against my chest, pressing the wolf-fang pendant he’d given me, all those months ago, into my skin.
    By the time his shirt was off, and he whipped his undershirt off over his head, and his long, brown hair cascaded across his bare, scarred shoulder, I was ready for anything he could have possibly done to me.
    He grabbed my hips and lifted me off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around him – that tantalizing thickness pressed against my sweetest, softest place.
    “You’re quite a catch, Damon,” I said, gasping, as he pushed himself against me. Just about then, my eagerness hit a boiling point. “How do you keep doing this to me?”
    My sex tingled, clenching and releasing as his strokes got harder, longer and more intense against my body. He pressed me against the wall of our house.
    Our house . Just thinking it still got my head reeling.
    The textured wall scratched against the bare skin, between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my jeans. The pressure between my legs had me almost gasping for air, when he finally pinned me there, and damn near ripped my shirt in half getting it off.
    “I keep doing it to you,” He paused to plant another kiss underneath my ear. “Because, you keep doing it to me. You’re all I can think about, all day long, Lily. You and me and... and this.”
    His hands under my shirt made the skin on my back prickle. Seconds later, when the pleasure wrapped around my stomach and crept up my chest, my nipples stiffened inside my bra.
    “Feels so good,” I moaned, as he traced my jaw with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so... so...”
    Damon’s skilled fingers curling against my back interrupted me, reduced my voice to a low groan – a mix of desire and longing, begging, and wishing.
    I had my eyes closed, when he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his down, somehow, not letting me off the wall, not even for a moment. His strength, his heat, pressed against me. He stoked a fire in my core so hot it could have melted iron. Or melted me, as the case may be.
    My whole body was liquid for Damon – every inch of me ready for his love.
    He twitched against me, hot on my thigh, and then the next moment, he shoved my panties aside, and we were one. Moving deep, so achingly deep, Damon made me feel things I had barely realized were possible, until we were together. Since then? I felt them more than any one person should have the right.
    I drew a breath, and held it in. I clenched my fists in his hair, and I scraped up and down the wall, the texturing pleasing and hot and scratchy against my skin. It was the kind of pain that’s just sweet and good enough, that after the first couple passes, it turns to warm, pleasured heat.
    “It’s a really good thing you’re holding me up,” I said, both laughing and moaning, at the same time. “If I had to stand up, I’d be in a giant heap right now.”
    I let my hands slide down Damon’s muscled back, my fingers curling and trembling, as he drove me ever closer to the edge.
    “Scratch me,” he groaned. “Scratch so... So good... Oh my God, Lily – just like that. I love it when you scratch those white hot tracks down me.”
    Digging my short nails into his shoulders, I gripped Damon as hard and as tight as I possibly could, squeezing my legs around him, and urging him as deep as can be. He shuddered, and I felt his heart beating, faster and faster, against my chest.
    A bead of sweat