Tangled Hearts (From the "Bound By Desire" series)

15. The Art Of Perfect Passion

"Passion." My face was buried deep into a book Drina gave me. It was about two people like Damien and I who were navigating the same kind of relationship Damien and I were.
"Huh?" I said, looking up from my book. Damien was leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. I could see the build in his arms through his shirt. I grew wet at the sight. Damien's figure and muscles never ceased to turn me on. I always found myself amazed at how easily he turned me on. Damien was always dressed attractively dominant. And his body always hit that style too. Toned, built, seductive, and down right sexy.
"It's what drives us. Makes us feel alive."
"Really?" He walked into the room.
"Yes. And I think you have it in you."
"I-I do?" Damien's confidence in me shocked me. He seemed sure, but I knew that I had no knowledge about how to top someone or be in control. I left that up to Damien. Always.
"Yea. You can be powerful without my guidance, Iris. To prove it, I want you to take over. I am here if you need me, but try and do it on your own."
"U-um, ok." I got up and walked over to him.
"Mm..........you're doing so good." I then grabbed him by his tie, pulling him to the bed. "Do it, Iris." I pushed him down on the bed. "Mm.............you get me so hard, Iris. You make me go crazy." I climbed onto his lap.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"As you wish." As he kissed me, I reached in and unbuttoned his shirt. "God, you're so fucking hot." God, he's hitting the spot, I thought. I was melting, but I had to do it. Had to prove him right.
"Take my shirt off, Damien." He pulled it, letting it fall to the floor.
"God, I need you naked and bare for me." I smiled.
"How bad?"
"Iris, you do things to me."
"What kind of things?"
"I crave you, want you, need you. Oh so bad." I leaned in, kissing him. My hips rocked into him, my hands went to his pants. I undid them, getting off of him to slide them off. "You make me crazy jealous of you."
"Oh?"
"I don't want anyone else touching you but me."
"Not even Drina?" He shook his head.
"Not her. Not anyone. Not ever."
"Mm............I love how possessive you are of me."
"I want you all to myself."
"God, you're gonna make me take you."
"I'm all yours to take, sweetie. I'm all yours. Yours and only yours." I smiled, slowly dry humping him. He became a moaning, groaning mess. His hands were on my back, mine in his hair.