ANMELDENLyra woke to sunlight streaming through the windows.And to Damien's cock slowly pushing inside her."Mmm," she murmured, still half-asleep. "Again?""Again." He thrust deeper. "I told you. All night. And it's morning now, so I guess that means all day too.""Damien....""Shh. Just take it. Take my cock like the good girl you are."He fucked her slowly, almost lazily, his body covering hers."I love waking up inside you," he murmured. "Love knowing this is where I belong."Lyra was too exhausted to do anything but lie there and take it.But somehow, her body still responded.Still clenched around him.Still climbed toward another impossible peak."That's eleven," Damien said when she came. "Eleven times I've made you come. Do you think you can handle twelve?""No," she whimpered."We'll see." He grinned wickedly. "We'll see."***Later that morning, Damien carried her to the shower.Her legs couldn't support her weight anymore.He set her down under the warm spray, and she sighed with
This position was even deeper. Even more intense."Oh God....oh God....Damien....."His hands gripped her hips as he fucked her with brutal force.The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.....wet, obscene, perfect."You feel that?" he growled. "Feel how deep I am? I'm going to ruin you, Lyra. Ruin you for anyone else.""Yes....ruin me....please...."One hand left her hip and fisted in her hair, pulling her head back.The arch of her spine let him go even deeper."Mine," he snarled. "This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You are mine.""Yours!" she screamed. "All yours!"His other hand came around to rub her clit, and Lyra exploded.Her fourth orgasm was violent. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward, but Damien didn't stop.He held her hips up and kept fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was sobbing into the sheets."One more," he demanded. "Give me one more.""I can't....no more....please....""Yes, you can." His fingers worked her clit mercile
"It's too much....""It's not. You can take it." He pushed deeper. "You were made for me, Lyra. Made to take my cock."He was only halfway in and she already felt impossibly full."More," she whimpered. "I need more.""Greedy girl." He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.Lyra cried out.....pain and pleasure mixing in equal measure."Fuck," Damien groaned, his forehead pressed against hers. "So tight. So perfect. You feel like heaven."He stayed still, letting her adjust, his body trembling with the effort of restraint."Move," Lyra begged. "Please move.""Are you sure?""Yes....God, yes....please...."He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in.Lyra's back arched, a moan tearing from her throat."That's it," he growled. "Take it. Take all of me."He established a rhythm.....slow, deep strokes that made her feel every inch of him."You're so wet," he said roughly. "So tight around my cock. Do you feel that? Feel how perfectly you take me?""Yes," she sobbed. "I feel it.""This
Damien's kiss was different this time.Deeper. Hungrier. More possessive.His hands moved from her waist to her hair, fisting in the silky strands and tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth more thoroughly.Lyra melted against him, all her fear dissolving under the onslaught of his passion.When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard."Bedroom," he said roughly. "Now."He didn't wait for her response. Just swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hallway.His bedroom was massive, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a king-size bed with black silk sheets, soft lighting from strategically placed candles.It was romantic and intimidating in equal measure.Damien set her on her feet beside the bed, his eyes raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver."I've imagined this so many times," he said, his voice rough with need. "You in my bed. Naked. Mine.""Damien....""Shh." He reached for the zipper of her dress. "No more talki
"Just one thing." Marcus hesitated. "Your dad called the office yesterday. Asked if I'd noticed any changes in your behavior lately."Damien turned. "What did you tell him?""That you've been under stress from the merger negotiations. That you've been working long hours. Nothing more.""Good.""But sir... he's not stupid. Neither is your mother. They're going to figure out what's happening between you and Lyra eventually. And when they do....""When they do, I'll handle it." Damien's voice was final. "Is that all?""Yes, sir.""Then you're dismissed."Marcus left without another word.Damien returned to his chair and pulled out his phone.He opened WhisperVault and looked at his last conversation with Lyra.She hadn't messaged him yet this morning. Was probably still sleeping. Still recovering from last night.He should let her rest.But he couldn't resist.DarkVeil: Good morning, little one. How are you feeling?The three dots appeared almost immediately.LyraNight: Exhausted. Sore.
Damien stood in his penthouse, staring out at the Manhattan skyline as the sun rose over the city.He hadn't slept.Couldn't sleep.Not when his body was still hard and aching from last night. Not when he could still taste Lyra on his tongue, still hear her muffled cries as she came apart in his hands.Five times.He'd made her come five times and it still wasn't enough.Would never be enough.Not until he was inside her. Not until he'd claimed her completely. Not until she understood that she belonged to him in every way that mattered.Soon.Very soon.Tonight, she'd come to his penthouse. And this time, he wouldn't stop. Wouldn't hold back.This time, he'd take everything.His phone buzzed with a message.Marcus: Morning update ready. Should I send the report or brief you in person?Damien: In person. My penthouse. Twenty minutes.Marcus: On my way.Damien poured himself a coffee....black, strong and settled into his chair to wait.His mind drifted back to last night.To the way Lyr







