Her eyes squeezed shut, her back arching as the climax overtook her. I pulled her up against me, holding her through the wave. Riding out every tremor with her until her body finally softened, tension easing.
“Now it’s my turn.” The darkness I’d caged for so long slipped its leash.
I eased her forward, positioning her on her hands and knees. She followed my guidance without hesitation, spine dipping, thighs parting.
I sat back on my heels and just… looked.
Her pussy was slick, swollen, exposed—everything I’d imagined and more. Waiting for me. Ready for whatever I wanted to give her.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?”
My hands settled on her hips, the perfect anchor for everything I’d held back.
And when I took her again, I let go of every ounce of restraint I had left.
My rhythm turned fierce, each movement driving into her with the kind of possession I’d held back all night. Every time I rocked forward, I felt the way her body met mine—how it pulled a little gasp from her lips, her arching an effortless blend of surrender and demand.
I pressed my palm between her shoulders, guiding her down into the covers. She melted beneath the pressure, her hands gripping the fabric, knuckles white with need.
Pleasure built low and heavy inside me, coiling tight. My restraint frayed with every sound, every cry she made.
“Damien.” She gasped—voice breaking on a plea. “Come inside me.”
The words detonated in my skull.
Everything vanished. My vision went white as instinct roared to the surface.
A sound I didn’t recognize tore from somewhere deep—raw, guttural, primal—shaking through both of us as I emptied myself into her.
When the world finally came back into focus, she was looking over her shoulder at me. A devilish grin curved her lips, pride gleaming in her eyes—pride that I had come undone because of her. That I’d followed her command.
She tightened around me, her body teasing, coaxing for more without saying a word.
I leaned over her, my hand sliding around her throat.
“So greedy,” I murmured against her ear, voice wrecked from everything she’d taken from me.
Her eyes locked with mine, molten flecks burning in the green—a challenge, a dare, a claim. And god be damned, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her no.
Chapter 38
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Emma
The first thing I registered was warmth. Damien’s arm heavy around my waist, his exhale caressing the back of my shoulder, a feather-light kiss in the still hush of early morning.
The second was my phone vibrating on the nightstand.
Once.
Twice.
Then again.
I blinked the room into focus, reaching blindly until I felt the cool screen against my palm.
It flashed alive.
