Claimed by My Ex Chapter 79 My heart pounded

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 My heart pounded

Victoria’s POV::

I snatched at the lingerie, desperate to grab it from his hands. "What makes you think I bought it for soone else to see? Maybe I just wanted to wear it for myself."

"Then put it on. Show ," he challenged, his eyes darkening as they traveled over my body.

"If I’m wearing it for myself, why would I show you?" I shot back, my heart racing. "What’s next? You want

to strip naked for your entertainnt?"

Damien’s lips curved into a dangerous smile, his voice dropping to that deep rumble that made my insides clench. "I wouldn’t object. Should I go first?"

The amusent dancing in his eyes made it clear he thought he had the upper hand. As if stripping him bare would sohow be a hardship for .

"I don’t want to see you naked," I lied, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "Your body isn’t even that impressive."

His eyebrow arched. "You seem to have so serious misconceptions about , Victoria."

I knew it was a lie - I’d felt those muscles beneath my hands that night at the hotel. Years of disciplined training had sculpted his body to perfection. My fingers had traced every ridge and plane, and the mory alone made my mouth go dry.

I lunged forward, determined to retrieve my lingerie. "Give it back to !"

I climbed half onto him in my desperation, reaching for the delicate fabric dangling from his fingers. When I finally grasped it, triumph surged through

- until I realized my position. Sohow, I’d ended up straddling his lap, one hand braced against his shoulder for balance.

We froze, faces inches apart. His breath fanned across my lips, slling faintly of mint and sothing uniquely Damien. Those dark eyes had turned almost black with desire, pupils dilated as they locked with mine.

My heart pounded so hard I was certain he could feel it. The intimate position mirrored how we’d been in that hotel room, except now we were fully clothed. Sohow, this felt even more dangerous.

I tried to pull away, embarrassnt flooding my cheeks with color, but his hand caught my wrist, pulling

back onto his lap with surprising strength.

"You said my body wasn’t impressive," he growled, his voice like gravel. "Here’s your chance to verify. Touch ."

He guided my palm to his abdon, pressing it against the thin fabric of his shirt. Without his suit jacket, I could feel every ridge of muscle beneath the cotton - hard, defined planes that burned hot against my skin. The mory of those sa muscles naked beneath my fingertips flooded back, making my breath catch.

My eyes drifted downward instinctively, landing on the increasingly obvious bulge straining against his black dress pants. Even through the fabric, I could see how impressively large he was becoming - a vivid reminder of what I’d felt inside

that night.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away, even as my cheeks flad with embarrassnt and sothing far more dangerous - want. Raw, undeniable desire that had my body responding against my will.

No matter how I say one thing and an another, desire is real.

"See sothing you like?" Damien’s voice had dropped to a predatory purr as his hands moved to my hips, holding

firmly in place.

"I shouldn’t be doing this," I whispered, but made no move to leave. Nora, my wolf, was practically purring with contentnt at our position.

"Then tell

to stop." His fingers tightened on my hips, pulling

closer until the hardness between his legs pressed directly against the thin cotton of my pajama bottoms.

A soft gasp escaped

at the contact, my body instinctively rolling against him. "Damien..."

One of his hands slid up my back, tangling in my damp hair. "Tell

you don’t want this, Victoria. Tell

you don’t think about that night. Tell

you don’t wake up aching for

the way I do for you."

Instead of answering, I crashed my lips against his, surrendering to the hunger that had been building since the mont he walked through my door. The kiss was nothing like our careful, asured interactions - it was raw and primal, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance.

His hands were everywhere at once, pushing my thin pajama top up to expose my skin to the cool air. I moaned against his mouth when his fingers found my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples with deliberate precision.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "Been thinking about touching you like this again for weeks."

I arched my back, giving him better access as his mouth replaced his fingers, hot and demanding against my sensitive skin. His teeth grazed my nipple, making

cry out as pleasure shot straight to my core.

"Tell

what you want," he demanded, his voice rough with need.

"You," I gasped, my hips grinding down against his hardness. "Inside . Now."

The words had barely left my lips before he was lifting , turning us so I lay beneath him on the sofa. His fingers hooked into my pajama bottoms, dragging them down along with my underwear in one swift motion.

I reached for his belt with trembling fingers, desperate to feel him. "Too many clothes," I complained, fumbling with the buckle.

Damien chuckled darkly, batting my hands away to make quick work of his pants. "Impatient, are we?"

When he finally freed himself, I couldn’t help but stare. Even having experienced him before, the sight of him - thick, hard, and ready - made my mouth go dry with anticipation.

"Protection?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I’m on birth control," I breathed. "And I’m clean."

"Sa," he confird, positioning himself at my entrance. "Last chance to tell

to stop."

In answer, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him toward , gasping as he pushed inside with one powerful thrust. The sensation of fullness, of perfect completion, was overwhelming.

"Goddamn," he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine as he stilled, letting

adjust. "You feel fucking incredible."

He began to move, setting a rhythm that had

clawing at his back through his shirt. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Harder," I demanded, eting him thrust for thrust.

Damien growled in response, the sound purely animal as he complied, driving into

with an intensity that bordered on desperation. His hands gripped my thighs, angling my hips to drive even deeper.

"Mine," he growled against my ear, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Say it."

The word should have angered , should have reminded

of all the reasons I was keeping him at arm’s length. Instead, it sent a thrill of pleasure through .

"Yours," I gasped, the admission torn from

as his fingers found where we were joined, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with expert precision. "Damien, I’m close..."

"Co for ," he commanded, his rhythm never faltering. "Let

feel you."

The tension built until it was almost unbearable, coiling tighter and tighter until finally breaking in a wave of ecstasy that had

crying out his na. My inner walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper as my orgasm washed over .

With a guttural groan, Damien followed

over the edge, his body tensing as he buried himself to the hilt, pulsing inside

as he found his own release.