“I know,” I reply.
“I love you Serena.”
He says the words and I feel the earth tilt from under me. My breath catches and can feel my heart vibrate in my chest.
“I am not asking you to solve your life tonight,” he continues.
I smile as I think of a sassy comeback.
“That’s generous,” I say.
“I’m not always unreasonable,” he responds.
“You’re frequently unreasonable,” I say.
“Yes,” he says. “But not about this.”
I give a nervous laugh as he steps closer. The air changes the way it always does when restraint begins to lose its authority. His hand slides to the side of my neck, thumb resting just beneath my jaw, and I lean into it before pride can offer an alternative.
“I love you too, Damien,” I say.
Something moves across his face at that moment: not victory—not relief exactly—something quieter and more dangerous because it looks like belief.
He kisses me, softly at first, but then a switch is flipped. He turns me around, embracing me as his hands wrap around my body, meeting in the front, as he fondles my breasts. I lay my head back against his chest, His large hands move to my waist as he presses his body flush against mine, his hard bulge pressed against my ass. There are no words, no hesitations—just raw, unrelenting hunger.
He then turns me back around, and pulls me against the front of his body. My fingers tug at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head then tossing it to the floor in a rush of frenzied need. His hands are already on me, roaming over the fabric of my dress, squeezing my breasts with a ferocity that leaves me gasping. My head falls back, exposing my neck to his mouth. His lips latch onto my skin, hot and demanding, leaving a trail of fire as he works his way down.
My body aches for him, my legs trembling under the sheer force of his dominance. His growl vibrates against my ear, low and primal, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I want you so fucking bad, Serena,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
I can only nod, though his declaration does not require that. My breath hitching as his hips press even harder into mine. He unzips my dress, and slides it down off my body.
Before I can catch my bearings, he grabs my arms, his grip firm yet possessive, and he walks me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Gently, he pushes me down onto the mattress, his gaze never leaving mine as he unzips his pants. I watch, mesmerized, as he slides them down and steps out of them with a deliberate slowness that makes my heart race.
Damien slides his briefs down with an effortless motion, his long, hard cock springing free, thick and pulsing with need, making my pussy clench in anticipation, aching for him to fill me completely.
He climbs onto the bed, his body looming over mine as he pulls down the straps of my lace bra. His mouth descends on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples before he takes one into his mouth, sucking with an intensity that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips as his lips trail lower, down to the curve of my belly and the waistband of my panties.
Damien spreads my legs wide, his hands gripping my thighs as he buries his face between them. The fabric of my panties does little to shield me from the heat of his mouth as he rubs his face against me. Slowly, torturously, he hooks his fingers under the delicate lace and slides them down my legs, tossing them aside.
Without warning, he lies back and pulls me on top of him. His hands grip my hips, guiding me upward until my thighs straddle his face.
“Sit on my face,” he commands, his voice rough and low.
My breath hitches as I obey, lowering myself onto his mouth. His tongue delves into me, hot and insistent, as his hands grip my thighs, grinding me against him. I grab the headboard for support, my moans spilling freely as he tongue fucks my pussy with a ferocity that leaves me trembling. The sensation builds, a fire deep in my core that I can’t contain. My orgasm crashes overme, my juices spilling onto his face as I cry out, my body shaking with the force of it.
Damien doesn’t let me go, his mouth lapping up every drop as he holds me in place, his grip unyielding. When he finally releases me, he slides me down his body, my cum smearing across his chest until I’m straddling his hips.
I can feel him, his dick hard and ready against my entrance. His hands guide me as he positions himself, and with one slow, deliberate motion, he slides inside me. The stretch is overwhelming, his girth filling me completely, and I wince at the intensity of it.
He grips my thighs, spreading them wider as he thrusts upward, his movements deliberate and powerful. I grind against him, matching his rhythm as his hands find my breasts, squeezing them with a possessive force that makes my breath hitch.
Before I can process the sensations, he flips me onto my back, his body pressing me into the mattress. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, his cock driving into me with a merciless pace. The sound of the bed creaking beneath us and his balls slapping against my skin fills the room, the rawness of it all driving me to the brink.
“I’m close,” he growls, his voice strained as he plunges deeper, his movements frantic. I rake my nails down his back, and he growls like an animal. His hands grip my hips so tightly I’m sure they’ll leave marks, his breath hot against my skin.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he growls, his voice rough and desperate.
