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Oh Lord.
Every moan is cut short by his purposeful touches. Every pull of air into my lungs is stilted by the lust swelling in my throat.
Holy shit.
My hand winds into his hair, holding him to me as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving around the turgid point in between grazes of his teeth. And when I think I might just explode from Damon’s attention to my breasts and the way his hands roam the curve of my waist to the heavy swell of my chest and down to the tops of my thighs, he stops.
Standing, he removes his shirt without ceremony. Every chiseled line of his body is shadowed, making him look lethal in every possible way. He pulls my shirt from me, discarding it with his. Then his hand is coiling into my loose lengths, tugging my face up to his. And while he cups the side of my face with his other hand, skimming his thumb over my lips again and again, I trace the light trail of hair from his navel, to the top of his jeans.
“I could look at you all day,” he rumbles, with blazing eyes raking over me. “And I would never tire of the sight.”
I work his belt and pants open, leaving the top of his thick bulge exposed with his underwear barely containing it. As I begin to tug everything down at once, he pushes me onto my back, bracing himself over me on one hand as the other works the buttons on my jeans open. Slipping his hand under my butt, he grasps my pants and underwear, and in one swift motion he yanks them down my thighs to my knees, leaving me exposed when he stands to fully discard them.
Dear God.
Impossibly, my body heats further. Every part of me is pulsing and clenching. And as I watch him strip off his pants, it hits me that we’ve never been intimate like this. He’s seeing all of me and I’m seeing all of him and somehow it doesn’t seem enough. I want to feel all of him. I want to be besieged by all his virility and completely overtaken by everything that makes him.
Straddling my thighs, he rids me of my bra, his weeping dick trailing over the base of my belly with his every move. And I really can’t take any more, not with how fucking hot I am and with the way my pussy is so wet that my arousal is coating the swell of my thighs and spreading down the crease of my ass with every grind of my hips on the bed.
Cupping the curve of my tits, he shifts me up the bed, and lifting my legs, he spreads me open with a groan.
“I fucking love the sight of your cunt all wet for me,” he growls, fisting his cock as he strokes it up and down my folds, barely dipping into my pussy. With my ass resting on his thighs, he hooks my leg over his shoulder while pushing the other up to my chest.
And without another word he slams into me, so deep, so big, so hard, and I’m left so full and yet with my moans and through my cries, I beg for more. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
“Fuck, little mouse, I might break you.”
“Please,” I rasp, my hands clawing at his sides while his hand pushes my thigh as high as my body will allow.
With every blunt thrust, my body coils tighter. With every stroke that bottoms out inside me, I want more of him. I want everything he has, the parts he wants to part with, the depths he wants to share, and all the secrets he keeps. I want them all. I want all of him.
* * *
DAMON
“Oh God, Damon…fuck,” Ava chants hoarsely.
With her body bowing off the bed and the sound of our flesh slapping together surrounding us, I can’t think of a more perfect moment. Her hair is all tangled around her like a thorny halo. Perfect tits bouncing with every drive of my cock into her tight cunt. And God, I can’t get enough of her.
I’ve never wanted to live in something so much as I want to be a part of her. And I want her to be a part of me. I want her to be mine because it’s the only possible ending. Call it fate, call it love, call it whatever the fuck it is…so long as she’s mine, I don’t care.
Lowering her legs to the side, I sink over her. “Who do you belong to, little mouse?”
A muffled reply is distorted by her cry as I push deeper, her pussy clenching tightly around me with a heated gush of her pleasure.
“Who do you belong to, Ava?” I pull her legs wider, my chest bearing down on hers until she’s visibly unable to draw air into her lungs. And I’m so deep that her eyes water with her cries. “You. Damon. You.”
“Why are you mine?” I give her room to drag in her breath, and her arms wrap around my shoulders as I lick into her mouth. She’s all ragged pants and breathless moans as I brace myself over her. “Why, my beautiful Ava?”
“Because,” she whines with my throbbing cock stroking up and down her walls.
“Because?” I pull out and her eyes flit from where we’re joined to my eyes.
“Just because.” Her eyes round in the way they do when she’s overwhelmed and still trying to work shit out in her head. But she knows just as I do why she’s mine.
Because I love you, I tell her silently as I thrust back into her.
I love that she fights the urge to close her eyes. That she loves watching the way our bodies meld together. That she’s so fucking desperate for me that she can’t get enough. No matter how deep I go, it’s not deep enough. Not even when her groans are pained and her temples are tracked with tears. She wants more, and she isn’t afraid to ask or take it.
