This Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.
Rori Foster is too beautiful to find love. Men just can’t seem to look past her exterior to recognize the human being inside. But, this Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.
Unfortunately he’ll have to save her from the bad intentions of a cocky Love Demon first.
But Damios is determined to protect her. Even if he loses her in the process.
Damios lowered his head, capturing her exquisite lips in a
kiss that was less a tender wish and more an urgent promise. Her mouth opened
under his and he accepted her offer, slipping his tongue past her lips to savor
her sweet taste.
She moaned softly as his hands slipped around her waist, up
her back, and pulled her tightly against his chest. Her body heated under his kiss
and her incredible scent slipped over him.
Damios broke the kiss long enough to say, “I lied. I want to
come inside.”
They both stilled for a moment, Damios realizing how his
declaration had sounded and Rori’s lips twitching under a suppressed grin.
He rested his forehead against hers, finding it hard to
breathe. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”
She chuckled huskily, skimming the tip of one velvet thumb
across his bottom lip. “No. It came out just right.”
Damios bit her thumb softly and slipped his hands down her
body, cupping the firm roundness of her buttocks. His lips found hers again and
he groaned as she ground herself against him.
Their kiss gained heat, their bodies thrumming under the
imperative of a building need. Their tongues tangled, danced, and their hands
skimmed, exploring with growing intensity.
Rori pulled away and grabbed his hand. “Come on.”
As she unlocked the door, Damios pressed himself against her
back, reveling in her soft curves against his hard, hungry body. She twisted
the key, halting in the act of pushing the door open as he swept his tongue
down her neck, gently biting the top of her shoulder.
Damios felt her groan of pleasure thrum through his chest
and grasped her chin, turning her to capture her scrumptious lips in an intense
kiss. Placing one hand on her soft buttocks, and the other hand at the back of
her neck, Damios deepened the kiss and walked them backward, into the house.
It was cool and dark inside Rori’s home and smelled of
roses.
They didn’t bother with the lights, didn’t bother with
anything other than each other.
Damios pressed her up against the nearest wall, clasping her
hands in his and lifting them over her head. “You taste like sugar.” His lips
left her face and trailed down her throat, his tongue tasting the spot where
the fragrant column flowed into her shoulders. “Feel like warm satin.” He
nibbled his way across the top of her shoulder, moaning. “Smell like
moonlight.”
Rori leaned her head back and sucked in a soft breath as his
head dipped lower, to taste the deep crevice between her breasts. He murmured,
“Delectable,” the word muffled as he pressed his lips along the satin fullness
of her breasts.
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