I was sinking into a black pit of want and need.

Damon’s mouth was hunger incarnate. I could die, my life willingly given under the onslaught of his kiss.

The heat between us fogged the windows, the only barrier between the growing frost outside.

We were rabid, clawing beasts against each other.

I straddled Damon’s lap, the steering wheel digging into my back as the thick length of him pressed against the hot center of me.

His big, rough hands covered every inch of me.

I moaned against his mouth as his palms found my breasts, filling his hands with the plump flesh.

His touch seared my soul.

Goddamn, I swear we were going to melt the rubber on the tires at this rate.

I’d never known such wild, reckless abandon than what I felt as I shivered in Damon’s arms.

The stubble on his jaw burned the sensitive skin of my jawline but I begged for more as his lips traveled down the column of my neck.

Impatience roughened his voice as he demanded that I take off my shirt.

I didn’t resist.

When he ripped the shirt off, tossing it aside, I melted with anticipation as his gaze lit up with pure hunger.

I never realized how one person could see into the nooks and crannies of every private place in your soul until Damon looked at me the way he was looking at me now.

My bra followed.

Damon’s touch gentled as he found my nipples, hard and aching, tiny pebbled rose-colored points that pouted and begged for his lips.

He didn’t waste time in denying my silent plea.

The moment his lips closed over my nipple, I cried out, a shameful needy sound meshed with his low, guttural groans as he sucked and teased until I was grinding myself against the hard cock behind his zipper.

“I have to taste you first,” he said against my breast and I knew what he wanted. I slid from his lap and shimmied from my jeans, lying against the bench seat, my legs falling open in invitation.

The fire in Damon’s eyes scorched in the most tantalizing way, burning away any hope of refusing him.

Damon propped one leg over the top of the bench seat and the other on the floor as he buried his face between my folds, going deep into my musky center.

I wanted him between my thighs.

I wanted to feel his tongue tasting the very essence of me.

God, I wanted Damon so badly I was shaking with it.

His finger followed, probing as his tongue teased. I writhed, my nipples pebbled and cries slipped from my trembling lips as he drove me to that edge over and over.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his voice a husky growl that sent ripples of painfully sweet awareness tripping through my body. “You smell like heaven, baby girl.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as my breath hitched in my chest, my thighs quivering.

I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, pulling spastically as my hips rose greedily.

“D-damon!” I cried, crashing as he sucked and worked my clitoris, that finger crooked inside me, pressing and rubbing against my G-spot unerringly. “Ohh, God….”

I couldn’t escape the crashing pleasure barreling down my nerve endings. I couldn’t stop the keening wail that escaped my lips as I came hard enough to knock me senseless for a long, pulsing moment.

Pleasure so sweet, it was almost painful, rocked my body. Sweat glistened on my skin from the steam between us, the heat chasing the cold.

Damon would be my first.

I would lose my virginity on the bench seat of a beat-up Ford to a man I’d only met by chance.

And I didn’t care.

God, I didn’t fucking care.

I consented with my moans, my hands desperate as I worked to free his cock from his pants.

I needed to feel him inside me.

I wanted Damon to be the one to break me apart.

Raw emotion clogged my throat as my hand curled around his warm length.

Silk and steel.

The perfect contradiction.

Time lost meaning.

The urgency of his touch blotted out all awareness of anything but our bodies yearning to join.

Normal, bizarre — whatever was happening, it simply was.

“I have to have you, Charlie,” his strained tone more arousing than anything I’d ever known. “My cock will split you in half, baby. I’m sorry if it hurts but I have to.”

I wasn’t a child.

My body was ready to accept whatever Damon had to offer.

I was slick with my own juices.

The scent of my own musk on his lips was a heady concoction of lust and desire.

God help me, I wanted to lick it from his mouth.

Damon guided his cock between my thighs, pushing between my wet folds.

I held my breath as he hovered above me, the sweat beading his brow belying the freezing temperatures outside.

“Jesus, Charlie,” he gritted out, his exclamation ending on a groan as he pushed hard and filled me completely. “Oh God…fuck me…”

I couldn’t breathe for a full moment. Damon filled me to the point of mindlessness.

I never imagined it could be like this.

I was suddenly a part of him.

An extension.

We were connected in mind and body through a link of pleasure.

I clutched at him, drawing him closer. “Fuck me, Damon,” I whispered. “Show me what I’ve been missing all these years…”

My plea set off a powder keg behind Damon’s eyes.

Rearing up, he placed one of my legs over his shoulder and drove into me. A pinch of pain caused me to cry out but I didn’t want him to stop.

I knew the pain would fade.

My body would adjust.

And I wanted Damon inside me so badly.

Feeling him move in and out…it was primal and dark.

And beautiful and terrible.

I felt as if I were relinquishing some part of me that I’d outgrown.

Damon’s huge body dwarfed my own but I felt safe beneath him.

I knew this man would slay dragons if they threatened me.

I felt it in the tremble of his hand when he caressed my jaw, the way his gaze quickened when he looked at me.

I didn’t want to question the why of it.

Not yet.

Plenty of questions would demand answers later.

For now…I just wanted to feel Damon all around me.

I would steal whatever pleasure from this moment that I could.

And I would feel no guilt.