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  “Did I… hurt you?”

  Seraph heard the fear in his voice, heard the unspoken question, and rushed to reassure him.

  “Not unless you count making me come until I pass out hurting me.”

  For the first time since arriving at her apartment, he sat back against the couch, running both of his hands down his face.

  “Fuck!” he shouted. When he faced her again, his eyes were red-rimmed and face pinched tight. “What happened after that?”

  Seeing how upset the information was making him, Seraph hesitated, but when he growled, “Tell me!”, she continued. She told him what happened in her mother’s kitchen and how he came to her home the same night. Avoiding his gaze, she ran through the list of every encounter they’d had from that first time up until the night two days before his accident. The only thing she withheld were her suspicions of him being possessed and the subsequent binding spell that she was one hundred percent sure had led to his memory loss.

  When she finished, the effects of reliving the past few months were evident. Her heart was pounding, her pussy was throbbing and leaking wetness between her thighs, and her nipples were so tight that every brush of her robe against the turgid points was agonizing. And although Damon might not remember how intimately he knew her body, he still managed to take notice of her current state of arousal. He tilted his head to the side and eyed her through narrowed lids.

  “So, that’s what it takes, huh?”

  Confused, she blinked rapidly and shifted once more, the action bringing his gaze to the hidden crevice between her thighs. Her body heated further under the intensity of his focus, and she fought not to shift again. Damn near six weeks without what had been daily for months had made her sensitive. A few choice rubs of her thighs together, and she was sure to come where she sat.

  Eyes on her, Damon scooted to the edge of the couch.

  “All this time I’ve been giving you hints that I was interested; trying to show you that I was ready and willing whenever you were—” he broke off on a mirthless chuckle, slowly rising to his feet. “Apparently, I was playing the wrong sport. I spent so much time pump faking, waiting for an opportunity to shoot my shot, when all along I just needed to steal my way to home plate.”

  He walked toward her, and Seraph’s eyes widened with each determined step that he took, her knuckles pale from the death grip she had on her robe.

  “I—” she swallowed thickly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Dropping down into a crouch in front of her, he smirked. “That’s okay. I can show you better than I can tell you.” Gripping the backs of her knees, he lifted her legs and pushed them up into the air. “Hands.” Eyes glued to her glistening slit, he uttered the demand in a firm tone, and lightning quick, Seraph reached down and replaced his hands with her own, holding her legs in the air, keeping herself wide open for him as her breathing turned shallow. His eyes glittered with wonder and satisfaction and she felt herself clench involuntarily.

  “Do you know how fucking turned on I was as I scrolled through those pictures?” He swiped a thumb through her wetness, eliciting a whimper from deep in the back of her throat.

  Bringing his thumb up to his mouth, he sucked away her essence, and the look of euphoria on his face nearly unraveled her. “My dick was hard enough to split concrete.”

  He stood quickly, his hands going to the waistband of his pants, causing Seraph’s stomach to clench in anticipation. And when he pushed the material past his hips, revealing an already steely erection that she knew intimately, she nearly bit a hole in her lip. She wanted him so badly that she was almost willing to beg, but then he stroked himself once, twice, before lining his tip up with her slit. She held her breath.

  “Look at you,” he murmured. She wrenched her gaze from his dick to his face, unable to hold in her whimper at the heated, hungry look in his eyes. “You’re so greedy for this dick.” Bending his knees, he dipped inside of her just a fraction before pulling back out. “Ignoring me for years but now you’re about to cry if I don’t feed you.” He pushed in again and once more retreated after only wetting his tip.

  Seraph’s face contorted into a whine. She was about to cry. “Damon, ple—”

  Before she could finish her plea, he grabbed his dick at the base and slapped her pussy with it. The pressure on her clit from the impact sent a zip of pleasure through her and she moaned.

  “No,” he bit out, voice clipped with restraint. “I’m running this.” But then he contradicted his statement by sinking into her completely until his hips met her thighs.

  Her eyes burned and she closed them tight as she fought to hold in her tears of relief. When Damon didn’t move, she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with an indecipherable look on his face. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he pulled out and thrust forward roughly, causing her back to arch against the chair as his dick grazed her spot.

  “Playing… these fucking… games… with me.”

  Damon muttered to himself as he stroked her with precision, gripping her hips and aiming for a spot inside of her that neither of them could see, yet both knew was there. And though this wasn’t that Damon, maybe their encounters had embedded in his psyche like muscle memory because the way he twisted his hips and thrummed her clit sent her hurtling toward her climax just as quickly as ever. And while her stomach was still spasming and aftershocks continued, causing her pussy to clench around him, he quickly pulled out of her and tugged his pants up over his hips, slapping his wet dick against his belly. Then he yanked her onto her feet and pulled her down the hallway until they reached her bedroom. Once inside, he closed and locked the door before turning to face her.

  With every step he took toward her, she took a step backward until the soft edge of her mattress knocked against the back of her thighs.

  Waiting, she stared up into his dark brown eyes, the intensity of his gaze nearly overwhelming her. When he reached up, she expected him to grab her breasts or lift her onto the bed, but he surprised her by framing her face in his hands and lowering his mouth to hers. She clutched at his waist as he moved his mouth against hers, licking along the seam of her mouth until she opened for him. Their tongues touched and a whimper rose in the back of her throat as her knees weakened. Lifting her hands from his waist to his forearms, she held on for dear life as he painted the inside of her mouth with his distinct flavor.

  When he pulled back slowly, dialing the kiss back to small nips and licks, she chased him without a shred of shame, pushing up on her toes and stretching her lips toward him, not wanting to let go of the feeling that he’d ignited inside of her. His low chuckle made her eyes pop open, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of those twin dimples. Oh, how she’d missed seeing them on his smiling face. Their appearance—along with the kiss they’d just shared—was another indicator that the Damon standing in front of her was different. This was the right Damon.

  He pulled her robe from her shoulders and tossed it to the ground before grabbing her at the waist and hefting her onto the bed. Then he moved back a few steps and disrobed, dropping his clothes into a haphazard pile at the base of her bed. And as he stood there, completely nude, slowly stroking his still hard dick, his eyes on hers, bottom lip tucked neatly between his teeth, her mouth watered, pussy clenched, and she thought that maybe she was the one who was possessed after all.

  Chencia C. Higgins is just a girl from Texas writing about sassy, southern women finding love. With more than ten titles under her belt, she has made it her mission to create stories in which Black women are loved out loud. In 2019 she won an Romance Slam Jam Emma award for her debut paranormal romance, Janine: His True Alpha. When she isn’t hunkered down in her writing cave, Chencia can be found with her nose in a book (or two, or three), saving recipes on Pinterest, and traveling as much as possible with her family.

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