Maya's POV
Damon's kiss communicated everything his words couldn't—urgent desire and need flowing between us as his mouth claimed mine. The hot, demanding pressure of his lips stole my breath and ignited a yearning deep within me that begged for fulfillment.
His mouth began a tantalizing journey downward, his tongue circling each breast before taking one peak between his lips. The sensation of him sucking eagerly while his fingers gently teased my other nipple sent electric currents through my body. I couldn't help moaning his name, my mind hazy with pleasure from these exquisite new sensations. His hand slipped lower, finding the center of my desire, and began those skilled, intimate movements that were quickly becoming both familiar and desperately craved.
"Damon," I whispered, his name falling from my lips like a reverent prayer as his fingers worked their magic while his mouth continued its sweet torment on my breasts.
