Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) Read Online Free

seven hundred and thirty days of celibacy. She wanted him.
She wanted him so badly she could almost feel him pushing at the back of her
throat. Sasha whimpered softly in her need.
     
    Touch me , she almost begged
him. Touch me, please.
     
    Then, he touched her.
     
    He slid a hand around her back and drew her to him, her
nakedness against his suited body, even more erotic than if he'd been naked
too. Although she longed to see him, longed to touch him, she wanted him like
this too. Needed it. Her hands pressed against his chest just as they had done
on the balcony at the party. But this time, she was nervous. Almost frightened
by the urgent possession in his gaze, by the way he stared hungrily at her
mouth, her body. He groaned her name, brought his mouth down to hers.
     
    Sasha sighed. At last. His lips were firm and warm, the
masculine curves of them fitting hers perfectly. Pressing into her, then it was
his tongue lapping at her mouth then sliding inside to possess her with its
strength and heat. He tasted the entire inside of her. Licked her, made her
gasp.
     
    His touch was the spark she needed. Ever since
propositioning him on the balcony, she had been nervous about what she had
done. Worried that she could not take it back. Now with his mouth on hers, his
hot tongue delving into her, her breasts crushed against his chest, she didn't
want to take anything back. She just wanted him to drink her up like fine
champagne, swirl her over his tongue, and make her feel like magic.
     
    Through the thoughts swirling in her head, champagne
induced, Damien-fueled, she felt everything as urgent, as hot, as right now.
She wanted everything. His tongue. His strength. His body.
     
    Damien’s hands caressed her back then fell down to her
bottom, cupping her curves, stroking her before sliding down between the plump
globes of flesh to fondle her wetness.
     
    "Oh!"
     
    It had been so long since she'd had a lover. So long that
she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be out of her mind with pleasure,
wanting someone else to take control of her body and bring her the release she
so desperately craved.
     
    "You're so fucking wet!" Damien gasped against
her mouth as his fingers explored between the damp and plump folds of her sex.
     
    His fingers slid inside her, stroking her until she was
moving her body against his, agitated. Out of her skin with want. The fabric of
his suit rubbed against her breasts with each motion, jerking her arousal even
higher. He pulled his hands back from her dripping sex, still kissing her,
sucking on her tongue in a wicked rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her
head, her core getting hotter and wetter. She clung to him, as they kissed, her
fingernails curling into his shoulders. A moan vibrated at the back of her
throat.
     
    He lifted his head, eyes bright. Without warning, he
swept her into his arms, carried her to massive the bed, a black four poster
with soft sheets and the key to her night's fulfillment. Sasha trembled as
Damien yanked off her high heel shoes and dropped them on the floor. He knelt
in the bed between her splayed thighs.
     
    "I want to do so much to you," he said, voice
rough, seeming on the very edge of control.
    He touched her again, swirling his fingers in her wet
heat, thumbing her clitoris, circling the fat button of her pleasure until she
moaned his name.
     
    "Damien!"
     
    Her fingers curled in the sheets as he rubbed her
clitoris with his thumb, two fingers deep inside her. Fucking her, stretching
her as he widened his fingers until she ached from the fullness, but distracted
from any discomfort by his careful attention to her clit.
     
    "Put your hands on your breasts," he hissed.
     
    At first, she hesitated, unsure of what he meant or how
to do what he demanded; but the moment she touched her breasts she knew what he
wanted. With his fingers fucking her slowly, deeply, his thumb diving around
her clitoris and making her wild with pleasure, she stroked her