Page 60 of Empire of Dark

Before I had thought to actually say something, he nudged the thick head of his shaft at my entrance and set his hand flat on my lower back, holding me in place.

I looked up to his face and his eyes met mine. “Once this starts, it doesn’t end, Ada.”

Oh, hell. Not fair.

Not fair when I was in the middle of an orgasm, my mind cloudy, a haze of pleasure taking my sight from everything but him, and I would do anything to have him inside of me.

“I know,” I exhaled, my breath, my resistance gone.

A growl, and he thrust into me in one swift motion.

Full to the hilt, stretching and tearing at my inner walls, but it was only a moment of pain followed by the full heat of him filling me.

“Hell, Ada, you’re so damn tight.” He stilled, letting my inner walls clench again and again around his shaft with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

It wasn’t until my body calmed that he pulled out, his strokes smooth, jamming me against the table with every drive,but reaching that super sensitive spot deep in my channel that begged to be manipulated by him.

My breath heaving, silent screams came with every one of my breaths as his groans seethed into the air behind me.

His hand slid up from my lower back to wrap around the base of my throat, his hold locking me in place against his cock pummeling me. His speed increasing, I could feel the edge of control he always held slipping until he pistoned in and out, rabid, like he’d never fucked a woman before me and I was everything.

Clawing at the table, I writhed, my body desperate to keep the right angle of his cock in me until I was building again, barreling toward another orgasm. Straining, fighting against it coming too soon, even though I recognized full well I had no control over how my body reacted to his.

At that, he pulled out of me, flipping me over and picking me up, his hands under my thighs, and he slid me down onto his shaft. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my thighs poised on his hip bones, and he turned and slammed me back against the wall next to the fireplace. He rammed into me, his lips ravaging mine, bruising, like he could feed on me and be sated for the rest of his life.

His mouth, his lips, his teeth worked down my neck and I ground against him, both my clit and G-spot now working in tandem and sending me into a frenzy.

Rough and loud and messy and all-consuming and I was lost in all of it. A sea that had swallowed me whole, and I loved every second of it.

His mouth reached my right nipple and nipped it, the exact right amount of pain that sent my core into overdrive and I screamed, begging for more. More of his cock, more of the pain, more of the deliciously wicked sensations running through my body, furious for release.

He shifted, raking his teeth over my other nipple and I shattered, gone to the wind, the second orgasm cracking through my soul in a way that terrified me, but I couldn’t stop.

My body rode him for three more pumps and he shuddered with a roar, his shaft expanding and reaching so deep into my heat his cum flooded me, a fire in my core I’d never felt before.

His head buried into my neck, his hips still jerking as surge after surge emptied into me.

When his body finally stilled, his head jerked up and he looked at me, his eyes raking over my face. “Hell, Ada, I hurt you.”

A haze of pleasure still blinding me, I shook my head. “No. Nothing I didn’t want. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

He moaned, his head burying back into my neck, and he pulled me from the wall. Our bodies still tangled, he took two long strides and collapsed back into one of the club chairs by the fireplace, his cock still buried deep within me, my body wrapped around his.

Not that I could have moved on my own volition—my muscles were officially jelly.

My body felt weirdly light, the angry, rabid energy always buzzing below my skin soothed like it never had been.

And truthfully, I didn’t want it to change. Ever.

If sex with Damen did this—calmed the fucked-up parts of my body—then I was willing to trade. Willing to go back on my promise to Triaten to not let what just happened, happen.

Damen broke me, just like he said he would, and I doubt he even knew how he did it.

Only that he did.

Chapter Fifteen

{ DAMEN }