“Lo,” he grits out, voice strained, like he’s warning me, like he’s trying to hold on to something that’s already slipping through his fingers.
I don’t want him to hold on. I press against him, bare, wet, aching, my mouth grazing his jaw, my nails dragging down the hard plane of his chest. "Fuck me," I whisper, breathless, pleading.
Alow, guttural soundrumbles from his throat before he grabs me, hard. His hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, pressing me flat against the tile. The cold shock of it barely registers before he spreads me open, the head of his cock sliding against me, teasing, taunting, punishing. His hot mouth pressesagainst the slope of my neck. “You drive me out of my fucking mind.” His lips drag upward, teeth grazing skin. “I want to hate you. But I can’t stop wanting to bury myself inside you. Make you scream my name.” The words are brutal. He hates himself for wanting me. I can relate.
His cock pulses against my heat. I whimper, my legs tightening around him, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Then fuck me like you hate me."
He thrusts inside me in one hard stroke.
I cry out, my body stretching around him, filled completely.
His hands clutch my ass, grounding me, keeping me exactly where he wants me. His mouth crashes into mine, all tongue and heat and raw hunger, swallowing my moan as he pulls back and thrusts again, deeper. The pressure is exquisite, unbearable, perfect. I feel everything. The way his cock drives into me, hitting the most devastating places, the way my body grips him, slick and desperate, pulling him deeper—needing more, more, more.
His rhythm is relentless. Every thrust shoves me against the tile, pleasure and pain mixing into something blinding.
"Fuck," he groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath ragged, his body shaking from holding back.
"Don’t stop," I whisper, begging, demanding.
His fingers dig into my thighs, his hips snap harder, faster, rougher.
And I let go.
I let him wreck me.
His grip on my bottom tightens, spreading me open, vulnerable, as he thrusts into me, each stroke deep, merciless, dragging me closer to the edge. Every brutal thrust of his cock sends shockwaves through me, coiling tighter and tighter—unbearable.
"You're so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me," he grits out, his forehead pressing against mine.
I claw at his back, my nails biting into his skin, needing something to hold on to as he pounds into me relentlessly. White-hot pleasure tears through me.
"Damian—" My voice breaks, my entire body shaking from how deep he is, from how perfectly he fits, how perfectly he ruins me.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls. His hands grip my ass tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he guides me up and down his length, every thrust deeper, harder, more consuming.
I can feel the pressure building, the heat between us intensifying. His breath is hot on my neck, his words a dirty whisper that sends shivers down my spine. He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
His thrusts slow, and he leans his head back just enough to catch my gaze. “You gonna come for me?” he asks in a low rasp that pushes me even closer to the edge. “Come on, Angel. You gonna come all over my cock again?”
I nod frantically, words failing, my world narrowing toonly this, only him.
His shoulders pin me to the wall as he quickens his thrusts, rutting into me with hard, beautiful, mind-breaking strokes. It leaves no space for thoughts, only sharp, aching pulses of pleasure as he takes me closer and closer.
My orgasmhits hard, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my entire bodyclenches around him, pulsing, gripping him as pleasure rips through every nerve, every muscle, every inch of me.
"Fuck," he grunts, his rhythmstammering, faltering, his thrusts turning harder, deeper, desperate. His hands slam against the wall, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as hisbody locks up, shaking with restraint. “Where do you want me to come?” he growls.
I flex my thighs, locking him in. “Inside me,” I breathe.
Then he lets go.
A deep, guttural sound leaves his lips as he thrusts one last time, burying himself inside me, heat spilling deep, claiming me completely. His breath stutters, his grip unrelenting, holding me tight, firm, against him, his body still pulsing, still inside me, still taking everything I have left to give.
We stay like that, breathless, tangled, soaking wet.
His heartbeat thunders against my chest, matching mine.
Then he steps back without a word.
