SEDUCTION AND ASCENSION
Not the emotion, not the history, just the sensation and the physical.
His hands grip my shoulders, while his forehead presses against mine.
"Damian," he whispers.
My name on his lips still does something to me, something I cannot control. I flip him over, pinning him to the mattress. His eyes widen, then darken with something that looks like surrender.
"You do not get to say my name like that."
"Then how should I say it?"
"Like I am the one in control."
He swallows hard. "You are."
I take him slowly at first, then harder, then faster. He moans beneath me, his hands gripping the sheets, his body arching off the bed. There is nothing gentle about this, nothing tender or that resembles love.
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