Page 125 of Deathless & Divided

He wanted her full, aching, and needing.

Only for him.

Lily’s head fell back, exposing the creamy expanse of her neck and collarbones as Damian’s cock seated fully inside her clenching walls. He took that moment just to feel her bare, soaking him, and taking all of him.

“Don’t you feel that?” Damian asked. “How you fit me, bella? How I fill you?”

Lily’s tongue peeked out to sweep over her lips. “Yes.”

“More?”

“More,” she echoed.

Damian pulled out from her sex just as slowly as he’d entered her. When he could feel the head of his dick at the entrance of her pussy, it took all his willpower not to slam right back inside her and fuck her until she was screaming his name and begging for every bit that he could give her.

“I adore you,” Damian murmured.

“Mmm.”

“I love fucking you.”

Lily moaned. “Jesus.”

“You’re my perfect fit, Lily.”

A shudder wracked over her body, vibrating them both. Damian’s own shiver worked its way over his spine as he held Lily in place, keeping her from rocking further into his dick. Fuck, he wanted her so badly.

“So beautiful,” he told her.

“Yours.”

He touched her lips again, feeling her tongue strike out against the pad of his fingers.

“Yours,” she said with a tenderness he hadn’t expected.

Damian thrust inside her again before retreating much slower than he entered her. Lily whined under him, her fingernails digging deep into his chest and ass. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Lily’s lashes fluttered as she sighed in her bliss. The tight, hot walls of her pussy clamped around him as he pushed in faster, deeper.

“Lily, look at me,” Damian ordered. “Right now.”

Lily met his stare, her lips falling open with a quiet cry. “Damian …”

“Nothing else matters.”

Lily rocked into his cock on the cold grass, holding him tighter. His hand, still fisted into her ruined shirt, shook from the emotions rolling through his body and threatening to take him under. Her hand let go of his ass to weave into his hair. The slight bite of pain ricocheted through his body along with the bliss singing in his blood as she yanked on the strands and arched off the ground.

“There … right fucking there,” Lily said, her voice barely above a breath. “Oh, my God, Damian.”

“Say it,” Damian said.

Lily wet her lips under her tongue, murmuring, “Nothing else matters.”

“Just this.”

Another thrust drove his words home. Her sweet fluids gushed around his cock as he withdrew and slammed right back in, moving them both across the wet grass. Damian yanked on her shirt, ripping it more as he pulled her closer to him. Close enough that he could bite her bottom lip and taste the heat of her blood on his tongue. Lily met every plunge of his hips with her own rocking, tugging harder on his hair the more he kissed and nipped at her mouth and jaw.

Lily’s cries turned louder, like the sweetest music to his ears. “So close.”