“Damien!” she screamed as he fused his mouth to her sex and held her tightly to his mouth, his needy tongue capturing every drop of her release as she was wracked with tremors over and over again. She began to whimper, her mons suddenly feeling oversensitive from the attention. Yet as she tried to pull away, Damien’s left arm came up and pinned her hips down.
“I am not done yet with you, angel.”
The two fingers on his right hand slid between her soaking folds and into her tight channel. Caroline muttered his name as she felt a wicked sensation of pleasure as his fingers stretched her, but then he began to thrust them steadily in and out, and soon she felt herself letting go again.
“Damien, I cannot...”
“You can. Come for me some more,” his thick voice demanded as he curled his fingers and pushed them deeper. “I wantmore.”
She was not at all sure what he meant, but Caroline gasped then moaned as she felt another wave of wetness release from within, then shuddered with pleasure as his mouth clamped down over her bud and he began to suckle the sensitive spot in time with the thrusts of his fingertips.
This time, she did not try to hold back, did not try to keep her body in check as the powerful grip of pleasure took over her and swept her into another mind-shattering orgasm.
“Such a good angel,” Damien murmured as she moaned out another release. “Such a sweet wife for me.”
A blush swept through Caroline’s cheeks as she heard his praises, but she was so taken over by the pleasure that she could only whimper in response.
“Look at me, love,” Damien’s deep voice purred in her ear.
With effort, Caroline lifted her lashes and saw that he had risen from between her legs and was now hovering above her, his lips so close to hers they almost touched; his manhood, firm and free, now pulsed against her sex. She had no idea how or when his breeches had disappeared, but she quickly decided she did not care.
“Oh, look at those eyes,” he rasped, satisfaction glittering in his amber pools as he looked down at her face. “So beautiful and full of need, just how I have always dreamed them.”
Emotion pushed through Caroline’s haze of pleasure as she drew her fingertips up his muscled arms and over his shoulders.
“You have dreamed of me?” she whispered.
“Every night for over five years,” he replied, his voice raw with ache as he thrust his hips forward just an inch. “This might sting, love, but it will pass. I promise.”
Caroline hissed in a breath and closed her eyes as a pain pricked between her thighs. His wide girth and impressive length stretched her tight sheath, filling her so completely that she felt it in every part of her body, a fullness so overwhelming that shecould not decide whether it was pleasure or pain. She bit down on her lip as she whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders.
“No love, keep your eyes open for me,” she heard Damien’s deep voice coaxing her away from the pain.
Tears pricked her eyes as she forced them open, and she saw pure love and devotion shine through the desire in Damien’s amber eyes.
“I know it hurts,” he soothed, slowly drawing his hips back. “If I could prevent it, I would. But I promise you I will soon make it go away.”
“How?” she whimpered, but even as she did so, she started to feel the pain ebb away.
“Just keep looking at me, angel,” he coaxed, shifting his body so that he could hold her. “And trust me.”
“I do,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
Damien let out a low, throaty groan as she said so, and slowly, he thrust his hips forward again. She felt another jolt of pain as she drew in a sharp exhale, but it was far less intense than the first.
“Breathe, angel,” he coaxed.
It took her a moment, but she exhaled on a trembling breath as he pulled his hips back.
“In,” he instructed, sliding slowly inside her once more, filling her to the brim once more. She obeyed without effort this time, a small wave of pleasure rolling over her taut abdomen as she did so.
“Out,” he cooed, pulling his hips back again.
“In,” he instructed, and this time, as he sank himself back inside, Caroline let out a soft moan as she felt her body relax and her pain completely subside.
“Oh, that’s it, beautiful,” he praised, feathering kisses over her lips. “So very good for me.”
Pleasure trembled through Caroline’s core, and with the pain gone, she boldly entwined her legs around Damien’s lower back, hooking her ankles together. The movement forced her hips to tilt up, and they both moaned at the deeper angle it gave them.
