[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
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Flesh tore and tender skin bled beneath his relentless pounding. I could feel the hot liquid of blood trickling down my thighs, seeping into the mattress below.
He was like a wild stallion—untad, raw, pure power and dominance wrapped in the body of a man. Every muscle in his body was taut, flexing with each movent, glistening with sweat under the dim light. He looked like sothing out of a dream—my dream.
My very own Adonis.
I didn't know what was tumbling from my lips—breathless moans, pleas for more, or incoherent words of pause to catch my breath, even though I was desperate for him not to stop.
Maybe all of them at once.
All I knew was that my body responded to him in ways I'd never imagined, every nerve igniting under his touch, every thrust pushing further into the abyss of pleasure.
He was relentless, his grip firm yet possessive, his mouth tracing fire along my skin. My fingers dug into his back, clinging to him like he was the only thing tethering to reality.
"Damien—" His na escaped in a gasp, half a prayer, half a cry.
His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That's right, sweetheart," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with heat. "Say my na when you co."
And God, I was so close.
Damien didn't care. He just kept going – pounding away at without rcy or remorse.
"You're so tight," he snarled against my ear, his breath ragged with exertion. "I love how you try to squeeze around ."
His tongue plunged deeper inside my mouth, muffling my groans of ecstasy.
I felt him probing every inch of my cervix, stretching tissue that refused to yield.
The sensation was unbearable, yet sohow . . . incredible?
As I writhed on the bed in tornt, he laughed cruelly.
"This is what you want isn't it?" he growled once more. " fucking you."
And for so reason, perhaps madness or sheer desperation for him to not stop, I nodded.
"Yes . . . ," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the din of my own screams.
"Give more . . ."
Damien's grin flashed white in the darkness. "Oh . . . I'll give you more," he promised
And with that, he redoubled his efforts, sending careening into a world of unrelenting pain and pleasure where nothing else mattered except for this mont . . . and him.
As I scread his na, Damien's cock jerked forward, unloading a torrent of sen deep within . The pressure built and released in waves, leaving shuddering on the bed.
But he didn't stop there.
No . . . he just couldn't get enough of just one round.
Before I could even catch my breath, he had pulled out of once more, eyes blazing with an insatiable hunger.
"You want more?" he snarled, fingers closing around his hardening shaft like a vice. "Because . . . I'm nowhere near done . . . ," he panted, and I love how his chest rise and fell in every ragged breath.
And with that, he plunged into again – his cock burying itself to the hilt, hitting my womb: this wasn't over yet and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
I felt myself stretch around him once more, taking every inch without complaint or resistance.
My body was numb by now, senses overwheld by all of him and what he was doing to .
Yet sohow . . . sohow . . . it only made things better.
The next ti . . . and the one after that . . . we collided together like two wrecking balls in mid-air.
I was a living, breathing thing now, consud by this mad dance of pain and pleasure.
And Damien, he was the conductor, orchestrating our symphony of sex and surrender.
As I lay there on the bed, helpless and spent, he finally allowed himself to collapse onto . His chest heaved with exhaustion, his cock still pulsing weakly within .
For a mont, just one fleeting mont, we shared a glance that spoke volus: we just made love in a drunken state and neither one of us was ready to face tomorrow.
And then, without another word.
He pulled out of once more.
"Not done yet," Damien murmured against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. His voice was lower now, deeper—possessive. Hungry.
"I want more," he whispered again, his lips trailing down my neck, sending a shiver straight to my core.
And more he took.
He moved over like a man possessed, like he was determined to claim every part of , again and again. No inch of my skin was left untouched, no part of left unexplored. He turned beneath him, pressing my back against the sheets as he took slow and deep, making feel every agonizing inch of him.
Then he flipped over, pulling against his chest, one hand gripping my waist, the other tilting my chin to et his gaze before he took harder, faster.
He whispered my na like a prayer, his lips brushing against my shoulder as his hands traced every curve of my body, morizing . And I let him. I let him take what he wanted, as many tis as he wanted, because I wanted it too.
By the ti dawn started creeping through the windows, my body was spent, trembling in his arms. I knew that when morning fully arrived, when the haze of passion and alcohol faded, Damien would be riddled with guilt. He would look at with regret shadowing his eyes, his jaw tight with the weight of what we had done.
But I didn't care.
I would take advantage of that guilt. I would use it to show him just how much I loved him, how much this wasn't a mistake, how much we were ant to be.
Because after tonight, there was no going back. This was a once in a lifeti chance to get close to him in a personal level.
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