Page 26 of Cruel Salvation

His hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her ass as he lifted her against him, his cock rubbing against her clit and drawing a moan of pleasure from deep in her throat. Damon was igniting every nerve and cell in her body until she was on fire.

Tenderly he dropped her to her back on the bed and came over her, his biceps on either side of her head as he rested his weight on his elbows. He bent his head and took a hard peaked nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. An unladylike keening sound flew from her as she clutched at his head, her fingers spearing through his hair as she held him to her.

Engulfed in the warmth of his touch, she surrendered to his mouth. It made her feel complete as pleasure zipped through her body and over her sensitive skin. She was lost, and she knew that she wouldn’t want to ever be found as long as he was with her. Her fingers traced over the skin of his biceps, stroking and memorising his body and this perfect moment as his hands continued to move over her with hungry tenderness.

She moaned into him as his hand wound around her neck, dragging her to him for a deep kiss, their tongues tangling as he lifted her legs around his hips. She sucked in her breath as she felt his hardness press against her entrance. His lips were devouring hers, his mouth possessing her.

When she felt the head of his cock press against her, they both groaned. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, and she knew that he loved her just as much as she loved him, but neither would say it. Him because he expected rejection, and her because the thought of loving him terrified her. With one thrust, he filled her, and they both moaned at the sensation of finally being one. Her back arched, her nipples rubbing against the coarse hair of his chest.

As he began to move inside her, she moaned again as he stroked against the sensitive bundle of nerve endings at her core. “Harder, baby. Please don’t stop.”

His hips began to piston, and their heads bobbed against each other, their mouths never losing contact as their tongues moved feverishly against each other, searching for the release that would take them both over the edge. Each thrust, each movement, brought him just that little bit closer and took her to the brink of oblivion.

Her hands moved over his body, tracing over his shoulders, loving the way the muscles moved under her fingertips. She moved her hands to his chest, loving the way his skin felt against hers. She loved everything about him, but most of all she loved the way he made her feel safe and loved in a way she never had before.

She felt her body shuddering, felt the pleasure building inside her until she could take no more.

She screamed out his name as her orgasm wracked her body, her hips rolling into his as the pleasure ripped through her. Her nails dug into his skin, and she held on to him as her muscles clamped around his cock as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm. It had never been like this for her before.

He thrust into her one last time as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning her name as his release shot through his cock, filling her with his warmth. Their breathing came hard and fast as he collapsed on top of her. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her body began to relax. She ran her fingers over his damp hair, loving the way he felt, loving the connection they shared and then she ruined it as she blurted out the secret that couldn’t seem to be contained a second longer.

“I’m pregnant.”

She felt him tense and his eyes flew to hers. “Are you sure?”

She nodded as she watched the smile spread across his face, and his arms tightened around her. “Yes, I’m positive. Do you think I’d tell you I was pregnant if I wasn’t sure?”