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His hand moves between my thighs before ripping my underwear off me. I gasp, but it turns into a moan as his fingers rub against my clit. I convulse as he increases speed, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I grab him by the arms. “Take me, now,” I pant.
Damian smirks but does as I ask, sliding his throbbing erection into me effortlessly. He fits perfectly.
He looks at me as he begins to thrust. He pushes hard and then slowly pulls back. Harder, and then gently pulls back, again. It’s exciting and frustrating at the same time. I moan into his ear.
His hands move up to my face, and he holds my head in his hands as he grinds in and out of me. My fingers begin to claw at his back as he increases his speed.
Damian releases my face and moves his hands to my breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them before clamping his mouth over a nipple and sucking eagerly.
The stimulation overpowers me, and I twitch beneath him, arching my back and gripping him against me.
“Yes, Damian, don’t stop!” I cry.
Damian increases his speed again, pounding enthusiastically as I moan and squirm. I never want him to stop.
“More, Damian. Harder!” I beg, and he happily obliges. The more I cry out, the more aggressive he becomes. Finally, his mouth moves up to my throat, and he bites me playfully, causing me to gasp.
"Yes, Damian!" I cry out breathlessly.
Damian abruptly pulls himself out of me.
"What are you doing? No, please don't stop." I whimper, and he flashes a devilish grin before getting to his knees and flipping me onto my stomach.
I gasp again, and he chuckles before putting his hands on my hips and moving me up on all fours. “You’re mine,” he purrs before he enters me from behind.
Damian pushes harder and more profoundly than before, and I cannot control my screams of pleasure.
"Yes, Damian! Yes, take me! I’m yours!"
His skin slaps against my ass as he grinds into me over and over. His fingers dig into my hips. I've never felt like this before. He brings me to new levels of ecstasy.
I feel my orgasm growing inside me, and Damian seems more excited the harder he pounds me.
"I'm going to come," I whimper as I can no longer keep it inside. I cannot fight this one. It's overtaking me. I am at its mercy.
"Me, too," he pants as he growls, spilling his seed inside me.
I scream as my muscles contract against his stiff shaft. Finally, the warmth spreads inside me, and I feel satisfied. Complete.
Damian collapses over my backside, his skin slick against mine as he catches his breath. My arms are shaking from holding my body weight up, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
That was amazing.
Slowly, Damian pulls himself out of me and lies down beside me.
I rest my head against Damian’s chest, feeling the comforting thrum of his heartbeat. His arms are wrapped around me. I can’t help but marvel at the profound change I’ve witnessed in him. I remember vividly the first time we had sex, how he had retreated afterward, refusing to partake in the simple intimacy of post-sex cuddling.
At the time, I had been confused and hurt, unsure of how to navigate this man who seemed to keep me at arm’s length.
But now, as he holds me close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along my skin, I realize just how much he has grown, how he has allowed himself to be vulnerable in a way he'd once resisted.
Damian’s walls have come down, and in their place, I see the depth of his love and devotion. The fierce protectiveness he displayed earlier, the raw honesty with which he confessed his fears of losing me—it’s a stark contrast to the guarded, distant man I first knew.
I reach up to caress his cheek, marveling at the softness in his expression, the warmth that radiates from his very being. This man—this man who has become my everything—has truly opened his heart to me.
“Damian,” I whisper, my voice laced with reverence. “You’ve changed so much.”
