Platinum (All That Glitters #3)

Cadence had a huge smile on her face. “Sorry again about earlier. I’m going to head out.” She nodded at both of them before following Chloe.

As soon as the door shut, Damon started walking Trihn backward toward the soundboard. His hands roamed up the sides of her tight black dress. When her butt hit the table, Damon pushed his computer out of the way and hoisted her up so that she was sitting on the edge, facing him.

“That was crazy,” he said. His lips hungrily landed on hers. A heated desire rose off of him from his adrenaline rush.

“I know. You were amazing.”

“You know what’s amazing? The way you look in this dress.”

Trihn laughed huskily. His hands ran down her sides to her exposed thighs and hiked her legs up around his waist.

“I thought you were trying to stay professional at work,” she murmured.

“I was thinking I could go back to that after I fucked you.”

The lights were dim, and from a distance below, they had to be just silhouettes. Up until she had started dating a DJ of her own, she had never really looked up at the man behind the music.

Now, she couldn’t stop staring.

Damon was gorgeous and dominating and sensual.

He flipped his baseball cap off his head, and she ran her hands through his messy dark hair as he leaned forward to kiss her. He was greedy and amped up from the performance, making him more aggressive.

She nibbled on his bottom lip. He groaned, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Their lips melded together, and passion took ahold of them, leaving behind the dark club, the chaotic, boisterous crowd below, and even the music until it was just them.

“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re here right now,” he said, pressing her back into the booth.

She lay flat, backward, and raised her arms, giving him the perfect view of her body.

“And how do you want me?” she teased.

He firmly grabbed her thighs in his hands and yanked her body down toward him until her ass was just teetering on the edge. Her dress had ridden all the way up to her hips. He traced the outline of her underwear, and she writhed, eager for his touch.

“Right here, right now”—he tugged her underwear down her body and discarded it onto the floor—“where the sound of the club will drown out your screams.”

His hands ran back up her legs before his fingers circled her opening, coating them with her wetness. She tried to hold steady, but the feel of him made her shudder beneath him.

“God, you’re so ready,” he said, plunging two fingers deep into her *.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried.

“You did something for me tonight, and I have every intention of returning the favor.”

“It was nothing,” she said. “I enjoyed watching you with your music.”

He smirked and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He looked ready to devour her alive.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy watching you, too.”

Damon leaned forward and claimed her mouth once more. His tongue lashed out, and they took their desires out on one another.

It was feral and intoxicating, power-hungry and demanding. The force of a million blasted supernovas shattering into the solar system collided into this one moment. It was heaven and hell and eternity. It was the hope that humanity needed to survive a continually heartbreaking existence. It was the reason that love conquered all. This one kiss meant everything.

And they both gave in to it. Letting the moment sweep them away, they forgot their pasts and any consequences of their actions because where they were right now was all that mattered.

Trihn sat back up a little to grab at his pants. She unbuckled his jeans and pulled the zipper down to the base. Damon was still wrestling with her lips while his hands tangled in her hair when she yanked his pants to the ground.

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes. She met his gaze. He pushed his boxers to the ground next, freeing his cock. Her eyes darted down to it, and a smile crossed her lips.

“See something you like?” he joked before laying her back flat against the empty booth.

“Mmhmm.”

Then, without warning, he slammed into her. She rocketed forward with the momentum, but he didn’t stop. He just grasped her hips and worked back and forth into her. He grabbed one of her legs and put it up onto his shoulder, stiletto high heel and all. The change in angle forced him deeper, and she cried out as he thrust into her.

Her world was spinning. Everything was teetering on the precipice of this moment, waiting for her to fall over the edge into oblivion.

“All I wanted was this—just me and you together.”

He leaned his elbow on the table, and she was glad that she still had her dancer’s flexibility. Then, he used the added leverage to steadily drive into her until she was crying out into the abyss.

Their voices carried out into the crowd beyond and were lost to the noise of the pulsing nightclub. Heat radiated off their skin, and sweat slicked their foreheads.

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