Chapter three

The raw hunger in his voice, the way he spoke to her, the way he moved, it was all heady and she didn’t want him to stop. Her body responded before her mind could even catch up, her own desire rising to meet up with his. She wanted him too, more than she had ever allowed herself to admit. And here he was, offering her everything she had secretly wanted.

Vivian shock her head. “I don’t want you to stop.” She admitted. Without another word, Damien closed the final gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, filled with all the pent-up yearning that had been building between them. Vivian gasped against his mouth, her hands instinctively reaching out to grab his shoulder for support, holding on dearly as her world was tilted on its axis. For three years, she had been by his side, shadowing his every move, while helping him run the agency. She had seen many women flock around him, many of these models begged to be with him, to stand by his side, women far beautiful than she was and she never, even in a million years thought that this man would ever look her way, but now, here she was, being kissed by the same man every woman desired. Did that make her special?

The kiss deepened, his tongue parting her lips, probing her mouth with a possessiveness that made her knees buckle. He tasted of cigar and something distinctively masculine, a taste that made her dizzy with want. Damien’s hand roamed her body as his weight pressed down on her body to assert his dominance over her countenance, trapping her underneath him.

Vivian was lost in a sensation like no other, the feel of his body against hers, the heat of his skin through fabric of his shirt. Every touch, every kiss ignited a passion within her, a fire that she couldn’t contain. She arched into him, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Damien groaned against her mouth, the sound vibrating through her, making her feel alive, wanted. His hands slid down her hips, then to her thighs, spreading her legs so he could stand firmly between them. the files she had brought in earlier where suddenly scattered on the floor, but he didn’t care.

He broke the kiss just long enough to look into her eyes, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust. ” Vivian,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “are you ready?”

She didn’t hesitate, her own voice breathless as she replied, “yes…”

His gaze darkened even further, a primal satisfaction flashing in his eyes at her words. With a grunt, he captured her lips again, this time with even more urgency, more need. His hands moved to the hem of her skirt, sliding it up her thighs as he positioned himself.

Vivian moaned into his mouth, her body on fire as he explored every curve and dip on her body, his hands travelling every inch of her with a hunger that matched her own. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin, to touch him the way he was touching her.

Clothes were shed in a blur of motion, the need to be closer, to feel each other’s skin against one another overpowering everything else. When Damien finally lifted her up, her legs wrapped round his waist and with one swift motion, Damien closed he final distance between them, pressing his body against hers in a way that left no doubt about his intentions. Vivian. Gasped, her breath catching in her throat as a rush of heat spread through her. Every inch of her body seemed to buzz with anticipation and hunger.

The man was equally enthralled by the woman, giving in to his longing and letting his hunger consume him. Damien captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue prying her lips open again and she eagerly welcomed the trespasser. His tongue probed her mouth, demanding, intense, he couldn’t get enough of her and he wanted more. Vivian responded in kind, her own desire rising alongside his. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she let them roam the length of his body, her slender fingers tracing the outline of his muscles beneath her touch.

Taking this as an open invitation, Damien’s hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer into him, pressing her against the desk with a controlled force that made her heart race. It was no news that Damien enjoyed being in control.

“Vivian…” he whispered into her ear when he broke the kiss again so they could catch their breaths, his own voice thick with need. When he said her name, it sounded like a love call, hearing how it sounded coming from him sent a shiver up her back, and she arched against him, desperate for more as her soft front pressed firmly against his hard chest. Like a child presented with a brand-new toy, Damien peppered wet and hot kisses down her neck, giving proper attention to her soft and delicate skin, and when he reached her sensitive spot just below her ear, she couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips. A wicked smile broke on his lips when he heard her erotic cry.

“Damien…” she let out a breathy cry. Unable to hold back her moans anymore, Vivian’s hands found their way to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as she tried to free him from the constraints of his clothing. He was right there, so close, and needed to feel him, to have him completely, she wondered what it would be like to have him inside her.

Damien’s hands were just as eager, sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until it bunched around her waist, pulling her underwear off in a fluid like motion as though it were the most natural of things to do. She hadn’t even realized he’d already unbuttoned her blouse all the way down, exposing the black lacy bra she had on that barely kept her perky mounds hidden from his wolfish gaze. The cool air against her bare skin only heightened the sensation, making her hyper aware of how exposed she was, he could see her now-she felt vulnerable. A shy blush appeared on her cheek and she instinctively turned her face away when their eyes met, but Damien wasn’t having any of that. “are you shy?” he asked in a steady tone that did not match the burning desire in his blue eyes. His thick brows furrowed when she did not look at him, he grabbed hold of her jaw and turned her face to him, making sure she looked him in the eye and when she finally did, Vivian was held by his gaze. “you don’t have anything to be shy about…relax and breath for me…” he said. It was only after he said that did she realize how she had been holding her breath all this time in anticipation.

With a low growl, Damien finally freed himself from his trousers and breefs, and Vivian’s breath hitched as she felt the length of his manhood press against her already wet entrance. There was a moment of stillness, and then, with one swift movement, he was inside her.