Free Damaged by Indigo Sin Page A

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    His need for her was overwhelming. With her curled up in his lap, he felt grounded, and her words made him sad. She thought she wasn’t good enough for him? He barely felt worthy to be in her presence. Brushing the hair from her face, he cocked his head to meet her gaze. “Why do you think so lowly of yourself, Monica? You’re a beautiful person. You’ve just been dealt a shitty hand at life, but that can be fixed.”
    “I’m damaged,” she stated, shaking her head. “It would never work. Look, Seth, my past…it’s not a fairytale, and I’m still hiding from it. You don’t need that burden in your life.”
    Seth watched her for a moment, gauging her emotions. She was tense, and the mention of her past had her on edge. Someone had hurt her, badly. “What happened?” he asked, unaware that he was practically speaking through clenched teeth.
    “I don’t talk about it. To anyone, and I prefer to keep it that way,” she responded, making a move to climb from his lap.
    Seth tightened his hold, pulling her right back down. “All right then, so we won’t talk about your past. We can just keep talking about us.”
    “Seth…” she started, but he was done talking for the moment.
    “Never mind. We can talk later,” he ground out, unable to fight the temptation any longer. Running his hand up her slender back, he cupped her neck before pulling her to him. Her lips were soft and warm pressing against his mouth. Her scent, her taste, it made his head swim in a clouded haze of lust. He initiated the kiss knowing full well he’d never be able to stop once it started.
    She gradually relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck securely as she slanted her mouth over his. That one simple act of trust made him groan with satisfaction. He was breaking through her walls. He let her take what she needed. No rushing, no coercing. Scaring her away was the last thing he wanted to do. Tentatively, her tongue licked at the seam of his mouth, exploring, becoming bolder by the moment.
    Sensing her inexperience, Seth opened for her, allowing her to take her time. He swallowed her soft moan when their tongues met, rolling together in an erotic dance. She was pressing closer, becoming more urgent by the moment as the kiss deepened. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he stroked her back, loving the way she responded to him. Her skin was like velvet under his rough hands, so feminine and sweet.
    Little by little he took control, shifting them until he had her on her back under him. Her nails bit into his scalp, stinging with erotic pain. From her mouth, his lips moved to her jaw, her ear, down her neck. She arched from the couch into him, as if she were seeking closer contact.
    “Seth, oh God…” she sighed quietly. “More.”
    He chuckled against her flesh. “Slowly, baby. Let’s do this slowly, okay?”
    Monica made a noise of disappointment that ended on a moan. When his hands had her shirt pushed up over her bra, he kissed lower, licking and nipping over her collar bone, and finally over the swell of her breast. His cock was so hard it was painful, pressing between her legs urgently, but he held back, savoring every second.
    Holding her gaze, he unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. She looked nervous, swallowing hard as he pulled the cups away from her chest, but she didn’t stop him. Her breasts wer e a perfect handful, tipped with pert, rosy nipples that begged for his attentions. Cupping them at the same time, Seth squeezed the firm mounds gently, eliciting a pretty gasp from her lips. God he was strung tight and he was rapidly losing control. She watched his every move with rapt attention, as if it were her first time.
    Seth went still at the thought. What if it was her first time? She’d propositioned him that first night when he’d had her pinned down, but that didn’t mean she would have followed through.
    “Monica?” he asked. “You’ve done this before, right?”
    “No…yes…I mean, not like this,”