The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,65
Thrusting his hips, he buries his cock deep while pressing his lips to mine in an uncoordinated kiss, swallowing my shout of surprise at being filled so quickly.
I brace myself for the pain of the first time, but it doesn’t happen. Actually, it’s the opposite. Intense satisfaction flares through my body until I feel it in my toes.
With a snarl, Damon grabs my shirt and rips it open, sending a few buttons flying. They ping off the walls and the floor. He doesn’t take the time to get it off me. He just seems content to have my breasts out in the open. His pants are still bunched around his thighs and there’s something sexy about being half-clothed, like impatience took precedence over nudity.
Peering over his shoulder, I admire the expanse of his muscular back, the curve of his spine, and the dimples above his tailbone.
As he drives his cock into me, the sight of his ass flexing sends another bolt of lust through my body like a heatwave. Wetness gushes from my core as he fills me up over and over again.
“So hot. So wet,” Damon praises, sliding his hand up my arms, pinning my wrists to the mattress. “I didn’t know—” He lets out a choked gasp “—it would be this amazing.”
“More. More.” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. All I know is I want as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
Damon presses his lips to mine, and he gropes at my bare stomach before palming my breast. He plucks at my nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Moaning, I arch into it, welcoming the pleasant sting. Combined with the stretch deep inside me, it’s almost too much, yet not enough.
I can’t keep up with all the sensations, and it’s a good thing he’s holding me down. My body seems to have taken on a mind of its own. Muscles twitching, arms trying to break free. I have the urge to claw at his back. To sink my fingernails into him, just so I can be that much closer, even if it means breaking his skin.
“Damon.” I buck underneath him.
Changing the position slightly, he snakes an arm under my back so there’s no space between us, and every time he shoves his cock deep, my soul sighs with satisfaction.
Tears of joy fill my eyes as he keeps rocking into me.
Faster.
Harder.
“Oh—oh,” I pant into his mouth, “my gah—”
Any words I could’ve formed become garbled nonsense because he moves his lips to my neck and sucks on my favorite spot. His teeth dig into my skin, and I can tell it’s going to leave a mark.
I don’t care.
I wind my legs around his waist, raising them as high as I can, encouraging him to be rough. I like being stretched to the limit by his cock. I like it when he’s rooted so far inside me I can practically feel it in my stomach.
My inner muscles spasm around his dick, signaling the approaching orgasm.
With every pump, Damon’s pubic bone nudges my clit, and a fire is building in my lower belly. My thighs shake. My breathing becomes erratic. Hot tears stream down my temples into my hair.
I really hope I can get my emotions under control soon. It’d be a shame if the first thing Damon sees is me crying all over the place, but I can’t seem to turn the waterworks off.
All of a sudden, Damon stops all movement. There’s a pained expression on his face, and if he’s feeling like I am, it’s taking everything he has to stay still.
Rolling my hips, I whine in protest. “Wha—why? Don’t—” I can’t even finish my sentence. That’s how jumbled my thoughts are.
“You okay?”
“No, I’m not.”
Damon looks like I just slapped him. “I’m hurting you. Being too rough? I’m sorry. I really am trying to hold back.”
“That’s the problem,” I complain. “Stop thinking so much and just fuck me already.”
He barks out a laugh of relief and amusement. “All right, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Driving forward, he pushes so deep I lose my breath. There’s no time to recover from one thrust to the next.
I thought sex was good before. It was beyond satisfying and he was certainly getting the job done.
But this.
Damon’s a wild man unrestrained, his body hammering into mine.
“Make sure you’re looking at me in my eyes,” he grunts. “The soul connection needs eye contact.”
“Can you see?” I blink at him through the moisture blurring my vision.
“Not yet, but don’t worry. It’ll come before we do.”