Victoria’s back arches up off the bed as I fill her completely, and she lets out the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
Pulling back, I slide in slower this time, giving her time to adjust. I continue that torturous rhythm until she’s crying out my name. And, fuck, it spurs me on to take her harder and faster.
I piston my hips, my cock sliding easily against her slick walls. She’s so damn wet for me, coating my cock in her sweet honey. I hiss out through clenched teeth. Fuck, she feels amazing. Perfect for me in every single way.
Grasping her hips in a bruising grip, I pump in and out of her. Taking her raw like this only makes my cock grow harder and longer inside of her. I've never had sex without a condom before, but it’s too late for me to stop now.
I was a goner the moment I felt her velvety soft pussy wrapped around my dick.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I stroke her and tell her, “Come for me, Victoria. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”
Her breathing picks up in pace, and all too soon I feel her tight channel squeezing my dick in a death grip as it pulsates in rhythm with her orgasm.
“Damon!” she cries out.
“That’s my girl,” I tell her as I continue to play with her clit and fuck her hard. I fuck her until I feel hot sparks shooting down my spine and straight into my balls. Pulling out, I jack off all over her flat stomach.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” I say, panting as I rub my release into her skin, effectively marking her.
She stares down at me, watching closely. “Does this mean you’re marking me as yours?”
“You are mine,” I tell her in all seriousness. She always has been and always will be.
“I’m yours,” she agrees before collapsing onto the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
Feeling exhausted, we crawl into bed together, and I pull her into my arms. When I’m almost asleep, I feel Victoria turning in my arms. Her lips are at my neck as she whispers, “I didn’t mean it.”
Confusion has my brows dipping at her words. “What?” I whisper back. If she’s talking about not being mine, then we have a lot to discuss. Because she is mine, always and forever, as I am hers.
“I didn’t mean what I said to you that day. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” she says softly.
A sense of relief floods my body, and I can feel the tension leaving me just from her confession.
“I still love you,” she says before placing a kiss on the column of my neck. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do. I love you so much, Damon.”
“I love you too,” I tell her. “I always have. And I always will.”
Feeling her lips on my skin has blood rushing to my cock. I roll her over onto her stomach and enter her from behind. But unlike before, I go slow this time, making love to her and showing her just how much she truly means to me.
My love for her goes beyond words. My love for her knows no bounds. And even though I may not be able to find the words to tell her all those things out loud, I can certainly damn well show her how I feel.
CHAPTER 31
VICTORIA
THE NEXT MORNING, we eat breakfast with the Trentino family. I can barely keep my eyes open during the meal. Several times during the night I woke up to Damon either eating me out or making love to me.
He was insatiable, and I had so many orgasms that I honestly lost count.
Last night feels like it was all a dream, but the soreness between my legs is all the reality check that I need to know it was all real.
As Arlo plays with his food in his highchair, it makes me think about one more thing that happened last night.
We didn’t use any condoms.
The thought of having a baby with Damon should scare the living shit out of me; but, for some reason, it doesn’t. Thinking of having a little replica of him running around makes me smile.
“What are you grinning about?” Damon whispers to me.
