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He answers full of mischief. He bites on my nipple again, and I throw my head back, writhing under him.
“Hmm, you like it, don’t you?”
No words find their way out of my mouth while Damien loses himself to his own exploratory battle. He puts his mouth on me, biting and sucking, a mix of pain and lust shooting up from within me. The combination has me buckling under his touch. One moment, I want to scream in pain. The next, I moan in pleasure as his thumb massages the affected spot. I’m on the verge of a massive release. I raise my hips to meet him, craving both him and my release.
“Stay still, or I’ll stop.”
“Please, baby, I need . . . I need.” His fingers lace around my throat, my pulse vibrates under his fingertips.
“My cock?”
“Yes,” I shout my answer, forgetting it would please him even more.
“Patience, love.”
“Damien, please.”
“But everything I do is to please you.”
His lust-filled eyes trap me, and I rasp, “What are you after?”
“To fuck the insolence out of you.”
I snort a laugh, but it dies on my lips as he puts two fingers inside me. He smirks while I force the words out.
“It won’t last long, and you know it.”
“Do you want to come, baby?” I bite down on my lower lip and arch my hips. If he’d just move his fingers . . .
“If you don’t move, not even an inch, I’ll let you.”
Experience tells me it’s a ploy. He’d never let me get my way this easily, not in the bedroom. In my desperation, I nod, not even slightly irritated about his victorious smirk.
“Don’t move.”
I struggle to obey his command. I am hyper-aware; my eyes focused on him as my brain tries to figure out his next move. He lowers his head between my thighs, his eyes traveling down my core, and heat breaks across my skin.
“Such a pink and perfect pussy. Those pretty lips begging for me, swollen and wet. Just the way I like.”
My insides quake with the need for more, and when his breath caresses my skin, goose bumps erupt. I moan out the second he sucks on my inner lips. All the anticipation—his mouth, tongue, and fingers—and I come crying out his name. My sight returns to total satisfaction etched in his eyes, but I don’t care. I open my legs in invitation.
“Take me already, my fiancé, future husband, love of my life, the master of my body—”
My words stop as he thrusts himself inside me. It’s as if he’s putting me back together after the shattering release. He cages me, stamping an invisible label of domination and ownership on me, yet again for the billionth time.
“You are mine,” he says, a mix of a statement and plea right before he stills inside me, marking me from the inside out. Damien unties my hands, and pulls me into a tight embrace, pressing kisses on my damp hair. Sweaty and spent, I am sure also smelling of sex and heat, I lean my cheek against his chest, and his fingers caress my spine.
“You will be the death of me, baby.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t get enough of me.”
“You’ll never stop goading me, will you?”
He ignites something in me, a darker, primal side. I yearn for more, always more, as I shake my head at him in a challenge.
“I might know a thing or two to keep your mouth occupied long enough. Continue, and you’ll find out.”
“On my knees, sucking you until you moan my name, baby? Is that what you mean?”
