Damian's Seduction (The Steamy Billionaire Series: Book 1)

Chapter 26: Spellbound

Chloe looked up at Damian, then at the closed door in the Nightingale room. "Will anyone interrupt us?"

He shook his head. "No, your tour group was the last. Tabitha won't let anyone disturb us."

Relief washed over her as she surrendered to Damian's greedy kisses, allowing his hands to roam over her body. His scent—an enticing blend of ocean breeze and mint—caused her to moan with desire. She was ready to unleash the yearning dormant within her soul for years. Now was the time for her darkest, deepest desires for Damian to be unleashed.

His fingers combed her thick hair, holding onto one of the fallen locks before letting go. He lifted her chin, close enough to kiss her silky lips. "Can you trust me again? What we have is a delicate relationship involving an exchange of power. It's fragile, but it can flourish with the nurture and care it requires. With your consent and trust, of course."

Chloe brushed a stray blond strand from his forehead to see his emerald gaze. "I trust you."

"Will you let me take control?"

"Yes."

Damian's grin widened. "You remember the traffic lights?"

Chloe nodded, biting her lower lip. "Green."

"It's been too long, babe. I can't promise to be gentle, but I won't hurt you."

Damian's chiseled jaw ticked as he tugged Chloe's clothing off her skin, piece by piece, until only a thong and a flimsy bra barely covered her curvy body. His expert fingers unclasped the hook of her bra, and it, too, was cast aside.

"Did you ever think of me over the years?" She looked up as he hovered over her, his thumb circling the flimsy lace of her thong.

He planted a kiss on her forehead and stared into her trusting eyes. "Always."

With one swift move, Damian yanked her thong off and smirked at the thin, dark landing strip at the center of her mound. She tried to cover it, but he was one step ahead. He gripped her wrists, spreading her arms like an eagle's wings.

"No," he growled, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "You don't get to hide from me."

"It's just that—"

"Do I need to remind you? You belong to me," Damian said tersely. He secured his tie around Chloe's wrists, fastening them to the solid bars of the bed's brass headboard. She tried to wriggle, but the knot was tight, keeping her vulnerable body in his full view.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.

"No. It's good," she assured, smiling lazily.

"Then open your legs for me. Spread them, and let me see how beautiful you are," he ordered, trailing his fingers from her décolletage to her navel.

Chloe's legs parted, exposing the very core of her intimacy to her lover. His jaw tensed as his eyes fixated on the junction of her thighs.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, unable to read his thoughts.

He swallowed hard. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"But what about all the women you've seen at the club? And the ones you fooled around with? They're gorgeous, and I'm sure Gemma is beautiful. I'm pretty, but I'm not in their league."

"Yeah, they're beautiful—but so are you. You must never doubt yourself again." Damian gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "You are my Helen of Troy, and I'm going to war for you."

Any insecurities Chloe had about her nudity evaporated like water into steam. She watched his trembling hands unbutton his shirt and toss it on the wooden floor. His tailored pants, dark socks, and silk boxer shorts followed suit, joining the messy stack of clothes.