LOGIN"Damien!" She laughed despite her exhaustion. "You're insane.""Only for you." He finally, carefully, pulled out of her.Lyra whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty."Come on," he said, climbing out of bed and scooping her up in his arms. "Shower first. Then food. Then more of me inside you."He carried her to the bathroom....a massive space with a walk-in shower that could fit six people comfortably.He set her down carefully under the warm spray, his hands immediately going to her body, not sexual but gentle, washing away the evidence of their night together."You're being sweet," Lyra observed, surprised."I can be sweet." He poured expensive shampoo into his palm and began washing her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. "When you're this beautifully destroyed, when you can barely stand because of what I've done to you, I can afford to be gentle."She leaned into his touch, eyes closing as he worked the shampoo through her hair."Besides," he continued, rinsing the suds a
Then, finally, he began to move.The first withdrawal was torturously slow. She felt every ridge, every vein of his cock as he pulled back, the drag of his shaft against her sensitive walls making her breath hitch.He pulled back until only the tip remained inside her, and Lyra whimpered at the loss."Feel that?" he asked, his voice strained with control. "Feel how empty you are without me?""Yes," she gasped."That's how you should always feel. Empty without me. Incomplete. Like something essential is missing."He pushed back in just as slowly, and Lyra's eyes rolled back in her head.The stretch was exquisite. The fullness overwhelming. And the slowness...God, the slowness made her feel everything.Every millimeter of penetration. Every subtle movement. Every place where their bodies connected."Damien," she moaned, her hand reaching back to grip his thigh, needing something to hold onto."I'm here." He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, his lips trailing up to her ear. "I'm right
Lyra 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







