The moans slip from my lips with every thrust, his grip bites into my throat, the excitement floods through me. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.” I cry into his neck.
His tongue slides slowly up the length of my throat, lightly nibbling, “Begging already, Little spider.” He breathes into my neck. “Fuck. Do you know what you sound like.” I shake my head. “Mine.”
I feel him grip my hips and I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him closer. “Fuck. That’s it. Lose control.” He gasps. My nails rake down his muscular back with every thrust, he drives his cock harder inside of me causing tremors to light my fucking body on fire. “Damian.” I scream when I feel his hands wrap around my ass pulling my body tight against his, the pleasure coils inside me with every thrust, every touch, I have never felt anything like this before.
“Damian. Oh god. Oh god. Your cock feels so fucking good.” I cry.
I feel him lift my ass as he flips me over, the confusion hits my body before I have time to register what’s happening. “Come on, show me how good my cock feels. Ride me.” I shake my head. “No? Don’t be shy now. I want you to fucking drench me. Ride my cock, Raven. Now.”
I circle my hips and his cock hits me in places I have never felt before, the screams pour out of my mouth. “That’s it. What a good fucking girl you are. Faster.
“I…I can’t.” I cry feeling the salty tears drip now my face as the pressure of his cock is too much and not enough.
“You can. Fuck me, Raven. Faster. Show me what a dirty fucking girl you are.”
I circle my hips grinding into him as hard as I can circling him with everything that I have the pressure exploding in my pelvis until I’m screaming and crying. Holding onto his shoulders like it’s the only thing that might save me. “Fuck. Just. Like. That.” He growls.
I grind down deep on him until my pussy has swallowed every fucking inch, the pulsing of his cock is driving me insane. My legs start trembling with every hard thrust. “Cum for me. Fucking soak my cock.” He gasps into my hair while stroking it with an almost tenderness that I didn’t think he possessed.
He moves his hand between us I can hear the squelch of my desire as he circles my clit, rougher, faster with every thrust until I melt in his arms and scream as the desire rips through me.
He doesn’t give me time to recover before he’s lifting my body up and slamming it back down on his cock. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Fuck.” Another orgasm rips through my body when he growls and spills his warm cum deep inside of me, painting my walls.
I’m out of breath, stuck to his body with sweat and tears when he tilts my chin and makes me look him in the eyes. “Mine.” He whispers.
CHAPTER NINE
RAVEN
The room is quiet now, except for his slow, steady breathing. He’s sprawled beside me, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his face relaxed in sleep. My body is tired, my bones ache, and I’m worn out—but my mind is still buzzing, refusing to rest.
I stare at the cracked ceiling, eyes wide, throat tight. My skin still tingles where he touched me, and I hate that I can’t forget how it felt—how it still feels.
“You let him in,”a voice whispers in my head, sharp and accusing.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to drown it out, but the thoughts claw their way in anyway.
“You wanted him to catch you.”
I curl up tighter, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, but it smells like him—like leather, smoke, and something darker. My heart races, and I feel sick.
“You didn’t fight hard enough.”
I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms, forcing my breathing to steady.
I fought. Didn’t I? I tried to push him away. I tried to say no…
“But you opened the door.”
My chest aches. I bite down on my lip, fighting the scream building in my throat. I feel like I’m drowning, sinking under the weight of my own confusion.
He shifts beside me, murmuring something in his sleep, and I freeze. He doesn’t wake—just tightens his hold on my waist, pulling me closer like I’m some kind of comfort.
“You’re disgusting,”the voice sneers, and I want to claw it out of my skull.
I swallow hard, pressing my palm to my forehead.
“You liked it. You begged for it.”
