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The Perfect Temptation, Part 3
Angelina regarded him with silent amusement. She could tell that he was trying to stave off the faint pink color that was rising under his tan. She could see him trying to hide the interested look in his eyes behind one of indifference. "I'm shocking you, aren't I?"
Damien said nothing and closed his eyes.
"But that's all part of the fun. This is supposed to shock you." She leaned closer to his ear. "And you'll thank me in the end. Trust me."
His eyes opened and he turned his head slightly. "That's doubtful. I could never trust you."
Angelina pouted. "Never say never, Winner." A smile graced her lips once again. "Now, let's get started. This won't hurt a bit." She leaned up until their faces were inches apart. "What could I possibly do for you?" she asked in a husky tone.
The way her voice sounded made chills dance across his skin. Damien raked his teeth over his bottom lip. "You…could…leave."
"Oh no, that wouldn't do. Not at all. That's not part of the plan. You see you're getting something better than Jonathon did. I'm right in front of you in the flesh."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Afraid you'll like it too much?"
"I'm not going to answer that."
"Don't have to. Now, let's see," she mused as her brow wrinkled in thought. Her finger tapped against her lips. Her face lit up. "I know."
Part of Damien's brain was telling him to get up and run in the opposite direction. There was such wrongness to this that even he couldn't even fathom. But at the same time, there was that forbidden factor which was teasing him. His eyes cast a look down the smooth column of her throat. "I wonder what it would be like to slide my mouth down her skin to find out what she tastes like." He mentally clubbed himself.
Angelina bent her head closer to his, so her mouth was just above his. "We would be lying down and we would be wearing the clothes we are now. I would start out just kissing your lips," she whispered breathing against them, "before sliding my tongue across them. Our lips would part and your tongue would find mine."
Aquamarine eyes widened. His lips began to burn. He was already getting those images in his mind.
Her fingers curled loosely in his dark green polo shirt. Her eyes caught his. "And I would take it into my mouth and…what do you think I would do with it?"
His hands curled reflexively in the hammock. "I can think of one thing you could do." He shut the image off before he got a clear one of it.
When he didn't answer, she smiled again. "I would suck on it."
The image flashed through anyway. "Too late for that."
"And while we're kissing, my hands would be sliding down your chest…and under your shirt…"
"Allah help me."
"…And your hands would be sliding down around my hips, pulling me…on top of you…"
Damien couldn't stop that image either. It made his heart stop. He could feel his temperature rising.
"Look at that color under his tan. I'm striking very strong nerves." "…Your hands would slip under the back of my shorts…I'm wearing a black lace thong by the way…"
If anything, his eyes got even wider. He couldn't take his eyes off of her face even if he wanted to. "I didn't need to know that," he whispered.
"You found your voice again." Angelina ran her tongue across her bottom lip.
Damien could see her lips glistening softly.
She glanced around her and with deliberate intent, slid her body on top of his. "This makes it much more real, don't you think?"
His body tightened at the feel of her curves against him. "Would you please get off of me?"
"Like it?"
"No."
"Liar."
He frowned. "Nothing fazes you does it?"
"No." She smiled. "Now, where were we…Oh yes…Your hands were under my shorts and my hands would slowly begin to push your shirt up…then you would sit up and I would take it off to feel your warm skin…" Her hands slid over his shoulders over the top of his shirt.
Damien could almost feel what she was saying. He ground his teeth together.
"…You would than move your hands under my shirt and slide it off…leaving me in just the black strapless bra and shorts…"
His heart threatened to burst through his ribs. His mouth felt dry.
"…Then you would roll me under you and your mouth would leave mine…to slide down my neck…" She arched her throat and let her fingers slide down.
Damien's eyes involuntarily traveled along with her fingers. They dropped even further down to the swells he could clearly see above the shirt's neckline. "This is…"
"He's watching and trying to fight it at the same time." "…Until your mouth would reach my breasts…my legs would be linked around yours…our skin sliding against each others…I would whimper your name as your mouth traveled over the lace of my bra…"
He could feel the smooth skin of her calves sliding against his. He could feel himself starting to break out into a cold sweat. His flush grew deeper.
"…Than with a flick of your wrist, my bra would come off…and I would arch my back against your mouth as it trailed over my heated flesh…"
More forbidden images snaked through his thoughts. He could see himself doing everything she was describing. "Allah's going to have to forgive me so many times it isn't even funny."
Angelina could see his flush deepen even more. His breathing was also ragged. It was making her lips tingle. "…My nipples would be hard as your hands teased them…fondled them before your lips would close over one…making me groan your name…and arch my body into yours…my nails would dig into your back, making you growl…"
Damien bit his lip from actually groaning out loud. He was burning. "Where the hell did she learn this?"
She could see it in his eyes now. Desire was flashing brightly in them. He couldn't hide it. "…I can feel how hard you are…and I'm so hot…and…I want to feel you inside me…so I spread my thighs even more…rubbing myself against you…"
He closed his eyes again, trying to stave off the sudden urge to enact what she was suggesting.
Angelina liked this too much as well. She really wanted to act out what she was saying with him. In her mind's eye, she could see their bodies intertwined in a bed. Heated color was spreading across her cheeks. "…Your mouth would slide down my stomach and your tongue would make forays into my navel before sliding even lower…your hands would start to undue the snaps of my shorts and slide them down my legs…your hands would slide back up my legs…the inside of my thighs…"
Sweat trickled down his back. His body was humming with suppressed lust.
"…And you touch me…"
"ARGH! How much more of this can I take?"
"…And I moan your name…"
"I'm going to die."
"…Then you press kisses up my inner thigh…and…you slide your fingers inside…touching me…"
"Someone please kill me now."
"…Your fingers slide inside of me…moving…" The tone of her voice was getting higher, thready.
Damien could hear it. His eyes opened against his better judgment. He could see her silver eyes glittering brightly and her face was as red as his felt.
Their eyes immediately locked. "…My hips move with your fingers…until I can't take anymore…and suddenly my panties are gone and your mouth…has…replaced your fingers…your fingers find my…and…I come…crying out your name…"
His breathing sounded loud to his ears. He could hear her voice trembling.
Sweat ran down between her breasts. Her shirt was sticking to her. She licked her lips. "…You slide yourself up and kiss my lips again…and I can taste myself on your mouth…it makes me want you even more…waves of pleasure are still radiating throughout my body…you take off your shorts and I…slip my hands inside your boxers…"
Damien bit the inside of his cheek hard.
"…You're hot in my hand and you whisper my name as I slide it up and down…I move on top of you again…this time, my mouth is trailing over your chest…sucking…licking…"
There was the metallic taste of blood inside his mouth as she continued.
"…I slide my lips…over you…"
His breath almost stopped.
"…I use my tongue…"
His heart leaped into his throat.
"…Then as I almost feel you…I pull my lips away and take your boxers off…you roll me underneath you again…"
Damien could almost feel her mouth on him. His pulse was out of control. He knew what was coming next. He was waiting for it He wanted it.
Angelina's mouth came closer to his. "…And you…plunge inside of me…I'm so hot…so…wet…for you…"
He let out his held breath.
"…My legs wrap around your hips…so you can go deeper inside of me…my nails rake across your back as you…drive into me…over and…over…"
"This is torture. This is only in my wildest dreams. Nothing I could do would make this up to Allah."
"…Our lips meet in another passionate kiss…our tongues twining…my head falls back…our bodies are slick with sweat…you suck hard enough to leave a mark on the base of my throat…"
"…Allah forgive me…" he whispered out loud in Arabic.
"…Then I scream your name as my climax hits me…and my nails break through your skin…enough to draw blood…" She heard him say something, but she couldn't understand him. She continued her voice breathless. "…And I can feel…you coming inside of me…and you're whispering my name in my ear…"
Damien raked his teeth over his lips again. His body was pounding at the rhythm of her breathing. It sounded like he was making love to her. His skin itched from the inside out.
"…And I'm still chanting your name…over and over…like this…" She slid up his body and whispered into his ear, "…Damien…oh, Damien…again…Damien…"
This time, he couldn't keep the groan in as her lips glanced his ear. "Her voice sounds like I'm really making her…It makes me want to…makes me want…her…"
She was breathing hard. Her skin stuck to his. Her head fell forwards onto his shoulder. She could feel her hair clinging to her neck and her cheeks.
Damien couldn't seem to catch his breath. His blood was boiling. He could feel her grip on his shoulders loosen. His fingers released their hold on the hammock. He brought one up and ran it over his face. It was damp. "Damn," he replied against his fingers.
Angelina heard him. With as much strength as she had left in her, she leaned up and looked down at him. A seductive smile crossed her lips. "Was it good for you?"
His eyes shot to hers. His face went as red as it had ever gone in his life. "You…you…" he sputtered. He pushed her away and managed to disentangle himself. He left the hammock swinging.
She giggled. Than she laughed. She pushed more of her hair away from her face. She looked up at the darkening sky. She stretched her arms over her head, showing off the butterfly tattoo on the lower right side of her waist. "I think that went well."
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Damien slammed the kitchen door closed behind him, only to come face to face with all the mothers. "Sorry," he mumbled and raked a hand through his hair.
"You all right, Damien?" Cathy asked as she regarded her son.
"I'm fine." He smiled weakly and left the room in a hurry. He shut himself in the powder room, locking the door. "Dammit, what did she do to me?"
Hilde shook her head at his departure. "He looked sweaty."
"Probably playing soccer out on the lawn with the other guys," Noin sighed. The door opened again and Angelina walked in.
Hilde glanced at her. "You look like you've been playing hard, dear."
"You could say that," Angelina replied as she went to the freezer and took out a fudge pop. She sat down on a barstool next to the island.
Damien splashed cold water over his face several times. "Damn woman. If she's a virgin, I'll be surprised. No virgin can talk like that unless she's done it before. She knew all the right buttons to push. I've never responded to a woman like that before. I can't deal with that. I have too many responsibilities. I don't need some girl screwing up my mind and play those kind of…games." He smoothed a wet hand over his thick hair. He took a restorative breath. "But it's unlikely that I'll find myself in her company that much. She can be easily avoided." He wiped his face with a towel and straightened his shirt, ignoring the fact he could smell her scent of fresh picked limes. He left the powder room and walked back towards the kitchen.
Angelina looked up when he entered the room.
He felt her presence, but he didn't stop walking.
"You look all sweaty, Damien. What could have done that?" she asked innocently. Pure devilry was alight in her eyes.
Damien paused and glared at her.
She could see his eyes flash with desire and annoyance. A muscle in his jaw twitched with the same emotions. She gave him a guileless smile and licked the melting fudge pop.
There was no way he could miss the suggestiveness of her action. And if he thought he couldn't embarrass himself any further, he was proven wrong as color flooded his face and this time down his neck. He growled several more words in Arabic before stalking past her.
The six women in the room only heard several words muttered in Arabic come from Damien's lips directed towards Angelina before he slammed the kitchen door shut behind him. They looked back at each other and than over at the red haired girl on the stool.
"What was that all about, dear?" Hilde asked curiously.
"It was nothing, Hilde. "I think I'm going to go sit out on the deck with Randy and Veronica for while," she replied as she left the room.
Hilde looked after the young girl she had known since birth. She looked over at Cathy. "What did your son say to her? I couldn't catch a word of it."
Cathy shrugged. "He was speaking it so quietly I couldn't really hear it, but he sounded angry. Usually when he's mad, he speaks it so fast like Quatre does, I have a hard time translating it."
"I wonder what she did, though, I don't think I've ever seen him look that infuriated before," Middi commented as she glanced towards the door where her nephew disappeared.
"She does have something about her. It puts me in the mind of your daughter," Sally said as she looked over at Hilde.
"Angelina does have that quality," Hilde sighed as she took a sip of her iced tea. "She probably teased him mercilessly and it got to him.
"Must be," Noin agreed. "Now, what were we talking about?"
"Jet and Isabella," Cathy answered.
"I think that's so…"
"It's so sweet…"
"Trowa nearly flipped…"
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Damien felt like choking her. He sat alone in one of the trees. He had often climbed them with Jonathon, Miles, and Dominic when they were kids. A breeze blew against his overheated face. "I can't believe I let that happen. Why did I let it happen? I'm such a idiot." He raised his eyes towards the area where the girls were sitting. "I'm stronger than that. I won't give in anymore," he said as his jaw hardened with resolve.
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Angelina sat on the deck with Randy and the other girls as they cheered on the men out on the lawn, playing soccer. She smiled thoughtfully to herself. She turned to look at Randy. "You owe me twenty credits."
Randy's mouth fell open. "You mean you succeeded?"
"In more ways than one."
"I'm impressed."
"You should be, pay up, Maxwell."
The dark haired girl snickered. "I would've paid double to see his face afterwards." She handed her friend the credits.
"It was classic, but I have more in store for the Winner heir. Just watch and see," Angelina smirked as she turned her eyes back out towards the lawn.
A/N: Well? Was it good for you? More soon! And stay tuned for a chapter of "Out of Control" next! XOXO!!