Page 36 of Sweet Temptation

Gripping her, I lift her onto my dick as her eyes roll back in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Fuck. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come right now.

Gently, I raise my hips to meet hers, slowly moving in and out of her in a synced rhythm. "Oh, shit…" she grits into her hand, the sight of discomfort still clinging to her features. Oh fuck. She's amazing.

"You feel so good. Fuck," I groan. Her hips start to move on their own accord as she circles them and slides up and down my cock. Closing my eyes, I dig my fingers into her hips, raising my own to meet hers.

My breathing increases with each passing thrust.

"More… more," she moans. I gave her exactly what she wants, shoving her off my dick. Pulling myself to my knees, I coax her on her back before sliding my length back into her to the tilt.

Hanna gave me the noises I wanted to hear. Moaning and groaning in response as the entire bed shakes beneath us. "Damon… Damon," she moans louder.

Clamping my hand over her mouth, I pound into her, ignoring the slight pain in my shoulder as I move. Fuck. She's so tight. So wet. So amazing. Groaning, I slide all the way out before entering her again.

My hips slam in and out of her. Spreading her leg that is still laying on the bed, I pound into her, watching her facial expressions as she moans. "Fuck, baby," I moan. I pull her other leg over my shoulder and pound into her hard, faster. I'm gone for her. I'm absolutely gone.

"Oh, Damon," she moans.

"Stop talking and let me hear those sexy moans," I grind out in a groan. Working my hips faster, I pound myself in and out.

Pulling out quickly, I lift her in my arms and hold her against my chest. Once again slamming myself back inside of her. Shit. "Damon," she moans out.

Pumping in and out, I slip her hardened nub into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her nipples as I slam myself in and out. I know the bed is shaking, but I could give less of a fuck right now.

This is all that matters. Her. "Fuck… Oh—" she moans loudly. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck softly while slipping a finger between her legs and rubbing her clit. "Oh god… I'm gonna—"

Pulling my finger away, I cover her mouth and work my hips faster. "Come for me, Cinderella," I whisper into her ear.

Hanna does exactly as instructed, coming undone all over my cock. I'm not far after her as I thrust fast, coming into the condom. Her legs shake as she tries to catch her breath. Stumbling over to the bed, I lay back and pull her to me with the blanket over us.

"Wow…" I smirk in response, pressing my lips against her forehead. That's the best sex I've ever had. God damn. "I…" Hanna whispers sleepily. But she doesn't finish her sentence. This woman is definitely my weakness, but I'm finally okay with that. Though I can't say those words to her because I'm not wired that way.

Smiling, I make sure to wrap exposed parts in the blanket. Then I text Damien to let the doctor know he can come in if he needs to tell me something about my gunshot wound.

Taking out my journal on my phone, I begin to type. I can't ever forget how I felt during this. It must be written down so my brain can remember it even when I'm old and fragile.

The sex continued throughout the last day I spent in that god-forsaken room. We didn’t care, and I sure as fuck wouldn't apologize. My men would smile at us all day as if the sun cast us with light, even knowing what sins we had created in that room.

Especially with a gunshot wound, I definitely shouldn't have been having sex while it was healing. Did that stop me? No. Five days seemed enough for me.

I will never take shit for granted again. Hanna is mine. Nothing is changing that. Nobody can change it. She is mine. End of story. Fuck everyone else. And my mother can crawl into her early grave if she thinks she'll ever touch or threaten what belongs to me again.

TWENTY-ONE

I've never felt this unbelievably happy. I've never felt the pleasure I do when I'm with Damon. He's my entire world, even if I'm not his. "Morning, Cinderella." He grins, pulling me into his arms.

He got released from that creepy mansion six days ago, and I don't recall spending a moment apart. The amount of sex we've had is something mad.

I smile, pressing my lips to his. "What's on our agenda for today?" he asks. I feel like we're an item, but then again, it's Damon, so maybe we're not. Though he did tell me I'm his.

I grin, poking his nose with a giggle. "You have a hockey game, in which I will be in the stands screaming my lungs out. Even though you won’t be playing." That might be the most cringy comment I have ever uttered. I mentally slap myself for it.

Damon grins, peppering kisses all over my face. "And then after? I can lock you in my room and explore this sexy body, right?"

I raise a dumbfound eyebrow in his direction before I speak. "Are we going to discuss the fact that we haven't even decided what we are?" I purse my lips.

If anything, I just need the words to come from his mouth. What are we? My bare tits fall out of the blankets. I'm the happiest girl in the world, and I know someone is about to shatter my thunder. Though happiness is an understatement, I'll be happier knowing what we are.

Sam comes blazing into the bedroom and stops, his eyes focusing on my tits as his tongue falls out of his mouth. "Nice tits, Hanna," he drawls. A squeak comes from my lips as I cover myself with the blankets, then glare.