Damian growls dangerously and pulls free of my core.
“No!” I sob, shaking my head. “Why?”
“Present for me,” he says in a commanding tone that I haven’t heard him use before. “Face down, ass up.”
I blink at him.
“Now!” he barks.
It’s so unexpected that it shocks my system into action.
I flip over, planting my chest on the mattress while my ass and hips stay high. It’s a lot like doggy style, just without holding up my top half.
I hardly have time for my equilibrium to catch up, and his hands land on my hips.
He slams back in, and I groan.
Holy shit.
He might not be as thick as Declan or Ravvi, but his dick is longer. It’s almost painful at first, though my body catches up quickly. It converts the slight discomfort to intense bliss.
His fingers brush down my spine, and his balls slap against my pussy from behind as he bucks into me. “Watching my cock disappear inside you is so fucking hot, but it’s nothing compared to seeing my cum spill out when I thrust extra deep.”
I whimper, pulling a hand to my clit.
Damian’s pheromones are everywhere, and my skin heats. My fingertips brush his knot as I work my swollen nub, and he growls, slamming into mehard.
His knot slips inside my opening, swelling and locking us together.
“Jesus,” he growls. “If you were anyone else, I’d be freaking the fuck out, trying to get away. I’ve always thought knotting would be claustrophobic, but all my fucked-up mind can think about is how I can trap you to me forever.”
I whine, rambling out a bunch of nonsensical begging.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Damian taunts, working his hand between me and the mattress. He plants his palm on my chest and pulls me up until I’m on my knees.
It completely changes the feeling, and I’m almost too full like this. His crown feels like it’s lodged somewhere near my lungs, even if I understand that’s physically impossible.
“I saidbite me, Damian,” I choke out, working my swollen nub. “Make me yours. I need you to claim me.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” He chuckles darkly, holding me in place as he thrusts up into me. He can’t even move much with his knot swollen in my pussy, but it drags the ring of muscle along my inner walls in a way that makes me tremble.
Damian might be slender, but he’s strong. He keeps me upright with his hand on my sternum and fucks me into another earth-shattering orgasm.
His free hand flies to cover my mouth, and he snarls. “Sorry, Clover. You’re talking dangerous, and I’m hanging on by a slipping thread.”
I’m too sensitive after my orgasm subsides, and I move to cup and tease his balls.
“Goddamn, woman. Are you trying to send me into rut?” His low, feral growl fills the air, sending a shiver down my spine.
I slam my ass back against his pelvis and bounce on my knees.
“You’re pure trouble.” Damian’s hand slides from my mouth to my throat, and he squeezes.
I’m surprised by the moan I release. I pick up force, dragging his knot along my inner walls as I rock on my knees. The pressure on my neck sends me soaring.
Sweat breaks out on my skin, and I’m not even convinced this is real life. Every small movement increases the warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.
“Bite me,” I beg, nodding. The fact that I can speak proves he’s not being too rough, but apparently, I’m a big fan of a little choking. I wouldn’t even mind if he wanted to get rougher.
