She was nowhere and everywhere all at once, her body floating in a kind of netherworld where there was nothing but Damian’s hands on her body, his mouth searing her skin like a brand. He was occupying every inch of her, taking up residence on all the secret places no one had ever seen.

All the secret places she’d kept hidden.

Moving with him was instinct, the rhythm of his mouth on her sex, his fingers inside her, working in time with the rotation of her hips, bringing her toward the inevitable apex even as her body clamored to be filled by his cock.

She let it carry her like a strong wind, let her body be buoyed by the promise of an orgasm that was approaching with the speed and strength of a freight train. It rose in her like floodwaters she couldn’t hold back if she tried, his fingers plunging in and out of her as he sucked on her clit, drawing it into the heat of his mouth, against the friction of his tongue.

There was a split second when she was suspended over the precipice, somewhere between the torture of near-release and the bliss of letting go. Then she spilled over the edge as everything exploded in a burst of light behind her eyelids, her body unfolding like a flower in the sun.

He kept his mouth locked on her sex, his fingers still moving inside her as she shuddered around them. The spasms went on in wave after wave of pleasure, each one crashing over her head more strongly than the last until she was wrung dry of everything.

Every ounce of fear and doubt and uncertainty.

She reached down, grabbed a fistful of his hair in her hands.

“Fuck me now, Damian.”

He knelt between her legs, reached into the nightstand and removed a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his engorged shaft as he looked down at her through hooded eyes. There was a promise in their depths, but she couldn’t read the terms.

His body was a work of art, and she took advantage of the moment to take him in: the broad shoulders and defined chest tapering to a slim waist, the flat stomach showcasing a perfect “V” pointing to the most glorious cock, long and thick, that she’d ever seen, the muscular thighs poised to drive into her.

It was enough to set the pulse pounding between her legs again.

Enough to send a fresh rush of moisture to her sex.

He stretched out over her, reached for one of her legs and hooked his arm under her knee. She was wide open for him, her pussy slick from her orgasm and already throbbing for another one.

He rubbed his thick head through her slick folds and she gasped as it bumped against her hyper-sensitive clit. She moved her hips with him, trying to coax him inside her.

Reaching up with one hand, he slid his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, closed his lips over hers, his tongue diving into her mouth at the same moment he thrust hard and fast inside her pussy.

She moaned as he tunneled through her, his tip hitting the top of her womb with a force that walked the knife’s blade between pleasure and pain.

He stayed there as he kissed her, opening her mouth with his tongue as her body stretched to accommodate his massive cock. The touch of his tongue on hers, the rub of his body against her clit, the intensity of the pressure inside her all worked together to ignite the spark still smoldering in her body.

There was no hesitation. No awkwardness. They moved together like they were two halves of the same whole. Like they’d been meant for each other.

She let her hands travel over his body, lost in the sensation of muscle and sinew under skin, the perfect movement of him under her fingertips as he drove inside her, dragged himself slowly back out before pushing in again, each thrust bringing her closer to the abyss of release.

He reached for her hands again, pinned them over her head as he moved faster inside her, his rhythm more urgent.

“Look at me, Aria.”

The words were raw and guttural, a command she couldn’t deny. She lifted her eyes to his, let herself get lost in them without trying to define the questions lurking there.

He moved faster, pushing into her in a frenzy, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he owned her. The pressure in her center became more explosive with each thrust, her need more urgent with each withdrawal until she was moving frantically with him, reaching for the orgasm hovering over her body.

“Say my name,” he said. “Say my name when you come.”

“Damian,” she gasped. “Come with me, Damian.”

He growled, driving into her with a vicious thrust as the orgasm overflowed her body, spilling into her skin, coating Damian with it as he achieved his own release. He bent his head to hers, thrust his tongue inside her mouth as he continued moving inside of her, letting her milk him of every last drop as the tremors in her own body slowly died.

When he was done he rolled onto the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.

She pressed her lips to his chest. “What have we done?”

“I don’t know.” He kissed her head. “I don’t know.”