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“What was?”
“This. You. You’re worth going to hell for.”
A sated, happy smile slowly spreads across my lips, and I reach for him, careful of injury. He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips. Salty, intimate, an aphrodisiac.
I push against his chest, and he breaks our kiss. The tip of his nose brushes my cheek. “What is it?”
“Flat on your back,” I direct. “Relax.”
With hooded eyes, he lies back, flat against the bed. He splays out his fingers, holding up those strong, capable hands, and I reach for them as I straddle him. I bend over him and kiss him once more, groaning into him. And then I push up, using his chest for balance. I rise and reach for his shaft. I run his crown back and forth, through my slit.
“Jesus,” he grits out. “You are so goddamn sexy.”
“And lucky you…you’re married to me.”
He narrows his eyes as if he’s going to reprimand me, but then I take him, sliding down his shaft, letting his length slowly stretch and fill me. Fuck. He feels every bit as good as I thought he would.
“Condom?” He clasps my thigh, holding me still.
“I’m clean. Are you?”
He gives a barely perceptible nod.
I’m not really down with the condom lingo. My experience is limited. “You okay? I have an IUD.”
His hand slides over my hip, to my waist, and those dark blue orbs infiltrate deep within my chest. The intensity forces my eyes closed.
My thighs squeeze, lifting me up and down. His thumb presses against me, giving me more, and my hips take over, grinding against him.
“Damian,” I gasp. Every time I take him as deep as I can, he hits me deep inside, rippling shockwaves through my core.
“Yeah, baby.” He’s breathless. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful than I do at this moment, riding him. I hold all the power. His expression is one of ecstasy. I feel like a goddess. Like a queen. I’m in control.
My muscles tense. Pleasure vibrates. His thumb coaxes me, right where I need it, building me up.
“You…” It’s all I can get out. And then I’m quivering over him, unable to move, gasping for air.
His hands grip my hips, and his biceps flex as he takes over, moving me back and forth. His hips rise, hitting that one spot, milking my orgasm for all it’s worth. Our rhythm speeds out of control, growing sporadic, and as I collapse on his chest, I feel him thickening within me, and pulsing deep inside.
I press wet, sloppy kisses against his neck, and his arm wraps around my back, holding me close to his damp, slick skin. His heart thuds against me at a rapid pace.
“We should’ve done that sooner,” I whisper against his throat.
His arms tighten around me. “Hell awaits. So worth it.”
I push up off him, just enough to gaze into those deep, sated, blue eyes. “Can you stop it?” I squeeze my inner muscles, tightening around him. “When you’re still inside me?”
He grins and reaches up and brushes his thumb back and forth over my cheek, then pulls me down to his lips. We’re still kissing when I shift and he slips out of my hold. I roll off him, onto my side, and my breasts press against the hard muscles of his chest.
It’s exquisite and sweet. But there’s a pressure in my chest that’s uncomfortable. So, I push up, climb over him, and head to the bathroom. When I come out of the bathroom, he’s lying on his side, waiting.
“Come back here,” he says.
I hesitate. He lets out a huff.
“Sophia. Come back here.”
I don’t have a good reason not to. Gemma and Rafael don’t expect to see us until tomorrow. So, head down, naked, I stride to the bed. My thigh presses against the edge of the mattress.
