Claimed by My Ex Chapter 123 Don’t stare

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Don’t stare

Victoria’s POV

"Damian," I gasped as his teeth grazed that particularly responsive spot.

The sound of his na seed to unleash sothing primal in him. He growled—an actual Alpha rumble that vibrated from his chest into mine—before capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss that claid and conquered.

His hands weren’t idle. They road from my waist up my ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through thin fabric. Even that slight touch sent lightning racing through my system. Nora was going wild in my chest, recognizing her mate even as my human brain tried to deny it.

I threaded my fingers through his thick hair and yanked him back to , initiating a kiss that left zero doubt about my desires.

That was all the green light he needed. With swift, sure movents, he unbuttoned my blouse and shoved it open, his hungry gaze devouring the sight of my lace-covered breasts. The cool air pebbled my nipples beneath the thin fabric, and I arched involuntarily when he lowered his head to trace the edge of my bra with his tongue.

"Fucking gorgeous," he breathed, his hands sliding behind

to unclasp my bra with expert ease. When the garnt fell away, he paused, simply staring at

with an intensity that made heat flood my entire body.

"Don’t stare," I whispered, suddenly feeling exposed despite my desire.

"I’ll stare at what’s mine," he replied, his tone brooking no argunt.

Before I could process his possessive claim, his mouth was on my breast, tongue swirling around my nipple while his hand caressed the other. I cried out at the sensation, my back arching off the couch as pleasure shot straight between my legs.

He took his sweet ti, lavishing attention on both breasts until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more. When his hand slid down to the button of my jeans, I lifted my hips in silent encouragent.

He made quick work of the fastening, tugging both jeans and panties down my legs in one smooth motion. I helped kick them away, suddenly naked except for my open blouse hanging from my shoulders.

"You’re overdressed," I managed to say, reaching for his shirt buttons.

He smiled, that devastating grin that transford his entire face, before sitting back to strip off his shirt. The sight of his bare chest—all sculpted muscle and golden skin—stole my breath. Dark hair dusted his pecs and narrowed to a trail that disappeared beneath his waistband, drawing my eyes downward.

I reached for his belt, but he caught my hands.

"Not yet," he said, pushing my legs apart and settling between them. "I’ve been dying to taste you since that first night."

My eyes went wide at his words, but before I could respond, he dipped his head and dragged his tongue through my slick folds. The sensation was so intense I nearly ca off the couch, my hands flying to grip his hair.

He groaned against , the vibration adding another layer of pleasure as his tongue circled my clit with deliberate precision. One hand held my thigh open while the other slid up to roll my nipple between his fingers.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt the tension coiling rapidly, my hips moving of their own accord against his talented mouth. When he sucked my clit between his lips and slid two fingers deep inside , I shattered, my orgasm crashing through

in waves as I scread his na.

Before I could fully recover, he was standing, stripping off his remaining clothes with efficient movents. When he was fully naked, I couldn’t help but stare. He was magnificent—powerfully built and impressively hung.

A mont of clarity cut through my lust-hazed mind.

"Protection?" I asked breathlessly.

He nodded, reaching for his discarded pants and retrieving a condom from his wallet. After rolling it on, he rejoined

on the couch, positioning himself between my thighs.

The thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and our eyes locked. In that mont, sothing passed between us—sothing beyond lust or simple attraction.

"Victoria," he said my na like a prayer as he slowly pushed inside .

The stretch was exquisite, bordering on painful but in the most delicious way. He was large, filling

completely, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he seated himself fully within .

"Christ," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel perfect."

He remained still, letting

adjust to his size. When I experintally shifted my hips, he took it as the signal it was and began to move.

His thrusts started slow and asured, each one hitting sothing deep inside that made

gasp. But soon, the pace increased as our mutual need took control. His movents grew more powerful, more demanding, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper.

"Mine," he growled against my ear, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangled in my hair. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasped without hesitation, the admission feeling right in that mont. "I’m yours, Damian."

My words seed to unleash sothing feral in him. His thrusts beca almost punishing in their intensity, the couch creaking beneath us from the force. Yet I matched him movent for movent, taking everything he gave and demanding more.

I could feel another climax building, tension coiling tighter with each powerful thrust. When his hand slipped between us to circle my clit, I exploded around him, my inner walls clamping down on his length as pleasure overwheld every sense.

He followed monts later, his rhythm faltering as he drove into

one final ti. I felt his cock pulse inside

as he ca with a deep, guttural groan of my na.

From the living room to the balcony, then the bedroom, and finally the bathroom—I couldn’t count how many tis we had entangled ourselves in the throes of passion that night.

After our first intense encounter on the couch, I thought perhaps we’d be done. I was mistaken.

Damien carried

to the balcony next, my legs wrapped around his waist. The cool night air kissed my heated skin as he pressed

against the glass railing. Thank God my condo was high enough that no one could see us.

"I want you to look at the city while I take you," he growled into my ear, turning

to face the twinkling skyline. His voice, a low rumble, sent shivers down my spine.

I braced myself against the railing as he positioned himself behind . His hand slid down my spine, appreciating every inch of my naked back before gripping my hips firmly.

"Spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice thick with renewed desire.

I obeyed, feeling exposed and vulnerable under the vast night sky. The thrill of being outdoors, of potentially being seen, sent an unexpected surge of excitent through . Damien’s palm slid between my thighs, finding

already wet again for him.

"Always so ready," he murmured appreciatively. "Is this all for ?"

"Yes," I gasped as his fingers circled my sensitive clit. "Only you."