Sweat was beading on both of our bodies when he was finally seated completely inside me, and I released a thoroughly satisfied sigh.
Our gazes were still locked, and I felt open in a way I never had before.
“Fuck, yes!” Damian’s hands gripped my hips. “Take it all.”
My body tightened as I started to move, losing myself in the rhythm of my body merging with Damian’s.
His powerful hips surged up to meet every downward motion I made, the two of us perfectly synchronized with every satisfying thrust.
Every lunge moved me closer to freedom, and I relished that escape from the woman I used to be.
No more self-doubt.
No more self-consciousness.
No more worrying about not being a petite, adorable female.
I was wholly desired by this man, and that knowledge set me free.
“Take what you want, Nicole,” Damian rasped.
I panted, my inner muscles deliciously stretched, my body on fire with the need for release.
“All I want is you,” I cried out. My gaze tore away from Damian’s as I closed my eyes. “Fuck me, Damian. Please.”
I squeaked as he rolled us over and pinned me to the bed. He was still deeply embedded inside me as he asked urgently, “Like this? How do you want me, Nicole? Because I’ll fucking give you whatever you want.”
My heart was already racing, but it skipped a couple of beats as I opened my eyes and saw his fierce expression. “It really doesn’t matter,” I said breathlessly as tears formed in my eyes. “Any way you want it.”
I just needed Damian, and I didn’t give a damn how we accomplished that.
“I like it this way, too,” he said, his heated breath caressing my face. “Wrap those fantastic legs around me, baby, and hold on. I want to watch you come for me.”
I immediately complied, realizing that I liked it when Damian was in control of our pleasure.
“I trust you,” I told him honestly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
For some reason, in the middle of this madness, I needed him to know that.
I love you.
The words bubbled up inside me, but I closed my mouth.
I couldn’t say that, but I desperately wanted him to know that, too.
I gasped as Damian began to move, and every forceful drive of his hips left me needier than the one before.
He moved, changed positions slightly until he dragged a hungry moan from my lips. “Please-oh-please-I-can’t-take-any-more.”
My fingernails dug into the skin of his back, and I kept clawing while my climax hurtled toward me.
In seconds, I was coming in deep, pulsating waves, different than the first one, but no less frightening.
“Damian!” I cried out, feeling a little like I was dying.
“You’re mine, Nicole. Say it!” Damian demanded harshly.
“I am yours,” I muttered. This man had my soul, and at the moment, I didn’t really care what he did with it.
“I’ll make damn sure you never want to be with anyone else.”
His possessive promise was like an aphrodisiac to me, and my inner muscles clamped down and spasmed around his cock until I milked Damian to his own powerful orgasm.
“Fuck! Nicole!” he called out as he was coming, and I watched as the muscles in his throat and jaw clenched and released, every semblance of his control completely shattered.
His mouth crashed down on mine, and I returned the frenzied kiss.
His chest was still heaving as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.
Our bodies were damp with sweat, and neither one of us spoke as we tried to catch our breath.
Finally, he released a masculine sigh, and said, “You’re going to kill me one day, woman.”
Since he didn’t seem all that worried about his demise, I said, “No I won’t. I’ll rescue you.”
“You better,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
Damian disappeared into his bathroom, most likely to trash the condom.
I stretched a little, like a cat enjoying the warmth of the sun, certain I was incapable of getting off the bed.
Damian was back in less than a minute, and I almost purred when he pulled my spent body into his arms.
“I think I’m ruined,” I complained as I burrowed into his warmth.
“I didn’t exactly steal your virginity,” he said, his voice vibrating with wicked humor.
I punched his bicep playfully. “Not ruined in that way,” I clarified. “You once told me that I’d miss having an orgasm when I was having sex if I ever had one. I think you were right. I’d miss it now. So I’m ruined.”
“That won’t ever be an issue if you stick with me,” he answered.
I smiled