When he slides those off too, I forget how to breathe.
He’s big. Smooth. Beautiful.
Veined and flushed and heavy, curving perfectly toward his stomach,so hardit makes my cunt clench even though he’s not inside me. My mouth waters at the sight of it. My body aches—burns—just watching him bare himself for me.
And then there’s the rest of him.
The tattoos stretch across his chest and arms, some ink faded, others bold and black. His body is carved from tensionand violence and power, but there’s something reverent in the way he looks down at me—like he’s the weapon, but I’m the war.
And I can’t believe he’s mine.
That this furious, beautiful, brutal man belongs to me the same way I belong to him.
“Damian…” I whisper, voice wrecked.
He doesn’t answer. He just steps closer. Climbs onto the bed. And then he does the cruelest thing yet. He slides the thick, smooth length of his cock against my soaked folds—slowly, notpressing inside. Just dragging it up and down, over my clit, through the mess he’s made of me.
I cry out—shameless, breathless, already on the edge again.
The heavy heat of him rubs over me in long, slow strokes, slick and teasing, the head brushing my clit over and over until my hips can’t stop rocking up to meet him, chasing that pressure, that friction, that release Ineed.
But he doesn’t give it to me.
He pulls away again, just when I’m about to tip, and I sob—broken, wild, undone. Then he slaps my pussy. Once. Quick. Sharp. I jolt with a gasp. The sting is hot and immediate, lightning flashing behind my eyes. Another. And another. Three quick slaps to my swollen, aching cunt. It hurts. Itburns.It makes my clit throb with the sharp edge of pain laced with unbearable need.Fuck, I love this feeling.
“Damian—” I cry, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
He leans down, his cock dragging across me one more time, not entering, just letting me feel every thick, hot inch of it against my slick flesh.
“You’re going to take my cock so deep you’ll forget where your body ends and mine begins. You’re going to feel me fordays,Lo. Every time you sit. Every time you breathe.”
I’m panting, straining against the headboard, my wrists aching in the best possible way, because if hedoesn’tfuck me right now I might go insane. “Damian,” I whimper. “Please. I need you inside me. I need it now.”
He looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. Like he’s about to destroy me just to see if he can put me back together again.
Then, he pushes in.
The thick head of his cock splits me open in one slow, unbearable stroke, and I cry out, head thrown back, mouth open wide as the stretch burns through me.
He’s huge.So hard.Every inch of him is solid, smooth, unrelenting. And he doesn’t stop. Hekeeps going, deeper, filling me to the hilt with one long, brutal thrust until he’s buried inside me, thick and pulsing and impossibly deep.
“Fuck,” he groans, jaw clenched, arms shaking as he holds himself over me. “You feel like you were made for me. You’re so tight—so fucking tight. This is all I need. You’re all I’ll ever fucking need, Lo.”
He’s all I’ll ever need too.
He starts to move. Slow at first. A grind so deep I can feel him in my chest, dragging out, then thrusting back in with bruising force. The sound of him inside me is wet and filthy, echoing off the walls with every stroke.
His eyes stay locked on mine—dark, crazed, obsessed. Like he’s watching my every reaction, memorizing every twitch of my body, every stuttered moan.
“You’re mine,” he grits out, voice low and brutal. “This pussy. This body. Every fucking inch—you belong to me.”
His thrusts get harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out the desperate cries spilling from my throat. My back arches off the bed, and he grabs my thighs, pushes them back farther so he can fuck into medeeper.
And it’sso deepI swear I can feel him in my spine, in my lungs, in the spaces I didn’t know could ache like this.
I sob his name. Over and over. Like a prayer. Like it’s the only word I remember.
And when he leans over me, breathing harsh against my mouth, his face twisted in the kind of intensity that borders on savage, he growls, “I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days.”
