Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
The memories are threatening to break through the walls I’ve built around them as I give him a trembling smile. “Hi.”
“You still okay?” he asks.
I nod quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Damian presses a tender kiss to my forehead and against each of my cheeks. And then he dips his head to my neck, and I lose him to my breasts.
At first, I feel the sting of loss because I want him to kiss me senseless. Instead of this moment being romantic or hot, it feels like Damian is focused on removing any other man’s touch from my body and replacing it with his own.
He presses a kiss to my breast and then asks, “Are you sure?”
Am I?
I think…
Shit, I’m at least ninety percent sure.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble.
Damian settles his elbows on either side of my head again and stares down at me. He tilts his head, and then I feel his hard length pressing against my opening.
My whole body stills as fear flutters through my chest.
“I need to hear the word ‘yes’ from you,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine.
I wet my lips and open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
This is Damian.
I love Damian.
Damian will never hurt me.
I’m safe.
“Yes,” I croak through parched lips.
His eyes soften on me. “It’s just us here, baby. You’re safe.”
I nod and then manage to sound sure of myself when I say, “I want this. I want you.”
Damian adjusts himself over me, taking some of his weight from my chest, and it allows me to see him better. Then I feel him better, too, as he positions the head of his cock at my entrance.
Oh, God.
I take a deep breath, my eyes glued to his as my heart beats wildly.
When Damian thrusts forward, I have to fight the urge to not move away from him. He enters me just an inch, and his hand moves down, grabbing hold of my butt to keep me in place.
Then he keeps still, except for his eyes searching my face. “Breathe, baby.”
I take a deep breath and shift my hands to his shoulders because I need something to hold onto.
“Are you ready?” he asks again.
I nod. My gaze skips from his eyes to his mouth and then back. I keep nodding. “Yes,” the word rushes from me.
Damian’s hold on my butt tightens, and then he enters me another inch. Slowly, he keeps going watching my reaction like a hawk until he’s finally sheathed all the way.
I feel impossibly full, and there’s discomfort. I just focus on my breathing until I grow accustomed to his size.
Damian stills over me, and I feel his breath on the corner of my mouth. The teasing is painfully sweet.
He pulls out, and when he thrusts inside me again, my fingers dig into his shoulders, and our breaths mingle as they rush over our lips.
And then it sinks in – We’re naked, and Damian’s inside me.
As he withdraws, I feel something pull deep within me. He lifts his head to look at me as he thrusts harder than before. A strangled moan gets lost in a gasp, and I tilt my hips up to give him better access. His breathing falters, and when I drag my nails down his back, a deep groan rumbles in the back of his throat. “Christ, baby.”
Instead of pulling back, he slams in deeper, shifting my body up, and I gasp loudly against his neck.
“You’re so fucking tight around my cock,” he says, his voice hoarse with the desire he feels for me.
Pulling out, he thrusts even harder inside me. “Jesus,” he breathes, and then he frames my face with both his hands, and his eyes burn into mine. His breath is hot on my lips, setting them on fire, and I whimper because I want him to kiss me so badly.
“Only me,” he growls and bites my bottom lip while filling me once again.
My body trembles beneath his with want.
There is no fear, no shame – just us.
“No one else touches you ever again,” he breathes into my mouth, and I inhale all of him. He slams back into me, and I cry my pleasure out.
And then Damian’s lips devour mine, biting and nipping, and it drives me wild. His thrusts become fast and hard until all I can do is hang on for dear life as he dominates me.
The man fucking me is everything but sweet. He’s exactly what the ink on his skin represents.
He’s predatory.
He’s dangerous.
He’s mine.
I smile against Damian’s mouth, and he increases his pace even more until the sound of our skin meeting fills the air.
The force he takes me with wipes the smile right from my face, and my body tenses beneath his until it feels like I’m about to snap.
Damian keeps his eyes on mine. “So fucking perfect.”
He holds my attention with every thrust.