Free Shattered Innocence by Alexis Noelle Page A

Damon is everything I convinced myself that I never wanted. The only question is, am I ready for this? I know that if I give into him tonight, that there is no going back. Am I ready to give him my heart? Am I ready to make myself vulnerable to him? Am I ready to possibly get my heart broken by him?
    His hands touch my shoulders, and I jump at the contact. I feel his nose run down my neck, as he moves his hands down my arms. I relax back into him, and close my eyes as I realize that it is no longer my choice. My heart has given itself to Damon and it’s time for the rest of me to stop fighting.
    I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I take a deep breath and rest my forehead against his, our noses touching, and our lips are only inches apart. “You win.” I expect him to respond, but he just stands there. Maybe I should elaborate. “I don’t want to fight it anymore. I can’t fight it anymore.”
    He grimaces almost as if he is in pain. What the hell? Before I can question him his mouth crashes against mine. I stumble back from the force and sit down on the windowsill to brace myself. Damon’s hands lace through my hair gripping it and using the leverage to tip my head back giving him access to my neck. His mouth attacks my skin worshiping every inch that he can get to.
    I moan as he hits the spot on my neck that drives me crazy. “Does this mean you’re in, too?” I say breathlessly, it’s a miracle I even made it through a whole sentence. Instead of answering me, his hands grip my shirt yanking it over my head, and then reaching around me to unclasp my bra.
    His hands caress my breasts and he teases my nipples with his fingers and his tongue. Damon pulls away from me, takes off my belt then unzips and eases my shorts off of me. The windowsill is cold, but my body is on fire under his heated gaze. His mouth finds mine again as I grip his shirt and pull it over his head. I reach down and unbutton his jeans letting them fall once I’ve loosened them.
    When I run my fingernails over his chest paying special attention to his abs, he groans. My heels rest on his hips easing his boxers down until they fall to the floor. My hand grips his dick and I scoot close to the edge of the windowsill.
    Damon grabs my wrist. “Not like this.” I look up at him with question in my eyes. “I want to do it right this time.” His hands cup my ass and lift me up. We move over to the bed, and he slowly lowers me onto the mattress. “I’m gonna ask you something and don’t be afraid to tell me no. I want to feel you tonight, no barriers between us. Just so you know, I’m clean and I have never gone without a condom before.”
    What the hell do I say to that? Would it feel fucking amazing? Probably. I’ve never had sex without a condom either and I believe him when he says he is clean. “I’ve never done this before, but I really want to with you.”
    “Thank God. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says to me as he hovers over me, fingers slowly stroking my face. Before I can respond he sinks himself deep into me, and I moan at the feel of him. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my body arches into him begging him to move. “This is going to be slow. I want you to feel every inch of me. Know that I am yours, and you sure as fuck are mine now.”
    Damon slowly pulls himself almost all of the way before sinking back in. Each time he does, he hits my g-spot making me scream. It is like the best kind of torture you can imagine.
    “You like it like this? You like how I fuck your pussy?” He growls in my ear, slowing speeding up his torture but nowhere near as fast as I would like. “Tell me, Jessie. I wanna hear you.”
    “God, yes.” That’s all I can manage, because I can’t even think straight. I feel myself building and I know that I don’t have much longer.
    “I feel you’re pussy getting tighter. You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” He pushes even deeper into me with each thrust making