Forbidden Affairs
he continued, slamming into me, “not knowing I had you bent over this same spot?”
My body clenched around him. He felt it.
“Oh, you love it,” he groaned. “You love the filth of it.”
I did. God, I did.
When I came, it was violent and raw. My nails scraped across the counter. Damon followed a moment later, spilling deep inside me, biting down on my shoulder to stifle his growl.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathless and still, our bodies pressed together in forbidden heat.