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The broad head of his cock seemed to find its target on its own accord. She barely felt him at the opening to her sex before he was pressing in. He literally took her breath away and she had to remind herself that she needed oxygen every bit as much as she needed him inside her. It had been a long eighteen months, so her pussy was a bit resistant to taking that much size, but Damon’s cock wasn’t taking no for an answer. He forced his way in as she wrapped herself around him.
Heaven.Pure, unadulterated heaven. She hadn’t enhanced the memory of what it had felt like to have him impale her with his hard length. Her pussy was tight around him as he drew back and plunged in again. Miley was fairly sure she could feel the head of his cock hitting her cervix every time he surged forward.
Over and over, he thrust in and out. She sank her nails into the flesh of his back, but it did nothing to break his concentration, power, and ever-increasing speed. Miley arched her back, undulating her hips until he reached beneath her, capturing the globes of her ass in his hands and holding her still. He was like some Viking raider who’d come to plunder all she had to offer.
Again and again, he drove into her, his cock filling her so that he seemed to touch every place deep inside her. Her arousal grew and expanded so that she felt every nerve and sensation come alive in her body as he pushed her higher and higher. As she fell over the edge into what felt like a freefall of ecstasy, Damon plunged deep as his entire body tightened and his orgasm spilled out into her. He continued to release his cum into her until there was nothing left.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She felt surrounded and encompassed by Damon, and she all but wallowed in it. Her blood thrummed through her system with a new and exciting pulse that felt heady and addictive. Yes, that was the word. Damon could easily become addictive, but it no longer frightened her. In point of fact, she welcomed it. She’d had plenty of sex in her life but nothing between her encounters with Damon, and she realized she'd never been truly intimate with anyone.
She tightened her arms around him as he started to roll off her. “Stay,” she whispered, hating the plea in the word.
Damon tilted her chin up, so she was looking at his beautiful face. “I’m too heavy to sleep on you all night, but I’m not going anywhere.”
He slid from her body and onto his back, pulling her close. She snuggled in, laying her head on his chest and allowing the beat of his heart to lull her to sleep. There would be time enough tomorrow to figure out all the ramifications of what had just happened: how to take down Frannie and her father; how to make being with Damon a long-term reality. But all of it would have to wait. Tomorrow would be soon enough.
CHAPTER14
DAMON
He could smell the sea breeze as he came back into the real world. He didn’t much care for reality this morning. Last night had been an exercise in fantasy and fulfillment. He’d made love to Miley twice more during the night. He’d thought to have her again this morning, but when he’d reached for her, she hadn’t been there. He knew she wasn’t far as he could hear the shower running, which meant she was naked. A naked Miley was a good thing.
Rolling out of bed, Damon strode to the bath and entered the shower without making a sound, giving her luscious ass a single hard smack. “Don’t get out of bed without telling me.” She turned to make a protest and he silenced her by taking her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. “Hush. Non-negotiable, so don’t get yourself into further trouble.”
“Damon…”
Another hard smack made her do as he’d told her. “Good girl,” he crooned, as he kissed her more leisurely, allowing their tongues to tangle as they reacquainted themselves with each other from the explorations the night before.
His dick was in no mood for leisurely anything. It wanted back up inside Miley and it wanted it now. It throbbed with an intensity that refused to be ignored.
“One thing,” she said. “At some point last night, I called Seth. He should be here shortly, and close behind him there will be a Cerberus team. He couldn’t get a good read on the cabin’s defenses or the number of men there, so we want to be prepared.”
“No talking operational plans and logistics when I’m lifting you up so I can fuck you in the shower.”
“You aren’t lift…”
She gasped as his hands grasped her buttocks and using the tile wall as leverage, he lifted her up, stepped between her legs, and then slid her back down the tile so that he was able to press himself inside her. He’d found in general that filling Miley with his cock tended to shut down her protests.
“Fucking you is the best way to start the day. God, you feel good,” he groaned as he thrust into her repeatedly.
Miley clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as her stiffened nipples rubbed against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as she spread herself wide. Grinding against her, he managed to nail her clit with each thrust. He slammed into her again and again, hitting her sweet spot deep inside her as she cried out. Her muscles clamped down, spasming all along his length and he drove up a final time, tightening his arms around her as he flooded her sheath with his warmth.
This—right here, right now—was real. Nothing else mattered other than Miley and her pleasure.
“I love you, Miley. I think I have ever since London.” He felt her stiffen—her body becoming tense. “I’m not asking you to say it back; I’m not even asking that you feel it. I’m just being honest with you. I want you to know that whatever happens, I will always love you and only you.”
He silenced her protest with a kiss and smiled internally. Fitz had warned him that Miley could be mouthy and oftentimes the only way to get her to shut up was with a ball gag. Fitz was wrong. You just needed to give her something better to do with her sensual mouth.
Lifting her off his cock, he set her down in front of him, facing away and allowing her to lean back against him for support. He picked up the natural sea sponge and soap and began to gently cleanse her body and coax the tension from her once more. He knew he’d accomplished his goal when she relaxed against him, her head lolling back onto his shoulder.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispered in her ear before nipping the lobe.
She didn’t get angry; she didn’t snarl at him. Instead, she just chuckled. There was a deep sense of peace that fell over them both. He helped her out of the shower, and they began to dry one another with the soft towels.
“I should have kept running,” she said softly.
“Too late,” he teased.
“I know,” she agreed with a smile.
