The sounds that were pouring out of her mouth were obscene.
Raven was melting against the table, her fingers gripping the edge of the hardwood as Damian pushed her leg up on the table, spreading her wider as he slammed his hips into her from behind. She pushed back against him, keening like a wild animal.
“Oh, fuck.”
His hands twisted in her hair and he yanked, arching her back.
“Don’t stop.” She was begging now. “Please don’t stop. Make me come.”
Damian snarled into her ear, and lifted a hand to her ass, slapping the skin with a delicious sting. “You should have told me you were about to go into heat, Raven.” He slapped her ass again, the pain going right to her clit. “We’re going to get caught.”
Raven knew they were skirting with danger. There was an important private dinner for Wayne Enterprises about to start at any minute. If she turned her head, she could see shadows sliding on the frosted glass outside of the private dining room. But, when her demon demanded satisfaction, she couldn’t ignore it. And her demon was relentless when it came to pleasure.
“Fuck me harder, Dami.”
He snarled and slammed his hips harder into her body. “Your demon needs to pick a better time to decide to be fucked.”
Raven resisted the urge to roll her eyes, biting back her sharp comment. Sure. She would get right on that and tell her demon to be better about fitting into their schedules. “I am so close. Shut up and finish fucking me before we’re-”
The door behind them opened, and Damian cursed, pulling out of Raven and yanking her dress down over her red, bare ass. She bit back a whine as Damian tucked his still erect cock back into his pants. It made a terrible line against his trousers, and anyone would be able to know what they had been doing minutes beforehand.
Damian ducked down into a chair, pulling out his phone and pretending to look at emails. His executive assistant walked into the private dining room with a tight smile. “Their car just arrived. The wine has been ordered, and the hors d'oeuvres are being plated now.”
“Good.” Damian looked up, pretending to be almost bored by his assistant. “Let’s go greet him. My wife can stay here to assist with guiding the waiters.”
Raven was burning. Her orgasm was burning just under her navel, right at the edge of her senses. She looked up at Damian as he stood up, adjusting his suit jacket and running his fingers through his hair. He leaned over her and kissed her temple, pausing to whisper in her ear.
“Finish yourself.” He let go of a low growl. “And send me proof of your cum staining your thighs.”
Raven was already pulling the hem of her dress up underneath the table. “Of course.”
🤍as promised, a hyper fast paced (cuz I couldn’t make 5 pages of em fumbling) confession!! aka Damian’s carefully built patience is thrown to the wind😂
🤍hopefully this leads to something on spice week 🔥🔥 enjoy part 3 folks!!