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beard had scraped her tender skin throughout the night.
    Damon pulled her back down, his mouth nuzzling her neck, being careful to not hurt her skin any more than he already had. He’d tried to protect that beautiful skin last night, but the intensity of their lovemaking had, at times, obliterated his ability to be gentle.
    Gabby gasped as his hands moved over her skin, his mouth tickling her neck and her mind quickly went back over all the things they’d done throughout the night. “What time is it?” she asked, glancing at the clock on her dresser several feet away. She had to put it out of reach because she had a tendency to press the snooze button without even waking up, making her late for work unless she tricked herself into getting out of bed.
    “Oh no! It’s past noon!”
    His laugh was deep and sexy as he slid his hand down her side, enjoying the way she squirmed underneath him. “Since we didn’t get to sleep until about five this morning, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing that it’s already noon.”
    She gasped when his mouth covered her nipple and she closed her eyes. Could she really be ready for another round so quickly? How many times had they done this last night?
    Did it matter? Her arms slipped around his shoulders while her legs automatically tangled with his. The man was an amazing lover, bringing her to an orgasm over and over again, unrelenting in his prowess and ignoring her shy responses, demanding more than she thought she had in her. Shyness was not allowed with Damon and he made her feel sexy and beautiful when she enjoyed something she previously thought was outside of her comfort zone. She felt incredible, if somewhat embarrassed to be in bed at this hour, not to mention more than a little shocked to be having sex with a man she’d known for such a short period of time.
    But as his hands moved over her skin, there wasn’t anything she could do but reach for him, following his lead and demanding more, more of his touch and more of his expert lovemaking. She should be embarrassed at how she gasped, wiggled and coaxed him, told him how to touch her and when to stop, start or shift, but he’d taught her that last night, or this morning. And she’d learned that he enjoyed it when she gave him feedback. She enjoyed hearing it from him as well and when she shoved him onto his back, her own mouth tasting him, moving over his stomach, then lower, she thrilled as his hands dove into her curls, massaging her scalp while she moved even lower.
    She loved his growl when she took him into her mouth, tasting the essence of him as he groaned while her tongue teased him. He only allowed her to perform on him for a few minutes before he lifted her off and brought her to him. Since he was stronger and larger than she was, she couldn’t avoid his hands when they lifted her up. He easily reversed their positions, he wouldn’t relent, increasing the pressure with his tongue and his fingers until she was writhing underneath him, trying to move away but his hands kept her captive and his mouth driving her crazy. Only when she finally exploded from his ministrations would he release his hold of her hips and move higher, kissing her breasts, tickling her neck and smiling at the delirious grin on her face while he shook his head. “Not over, my dear.” He chuckled as he pulled her legs higher, giving his body more access to slide between her legs and pulled another condom from somewhere, sliding it on as he looked down at her. “You’re really beautiful like this,” he groaned and his erection probed her softness, closing his eyes as he found her heat and slid inside of her. “And you drive me so crazy.”
    Gabby couldn’t believe that he could make that claim when she was the one who had been screaming out only moments before. But as soon as he entered her, his body filling her up, taking her higher and higher, she could barely breathe. Her hips rose up to meet his, her body arching, craving the