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Laughing into the kiss, I pulled out as my hands went frantic onto her body, shoving the shirt she wore up her torso and over her head.

It broke the kiss—regrettable—but I wanted her right breast in my mouth more than anything on my next thrust. My lips clasped around the peak, my teeth teasing the bud as I drove into her again. Her breathless screams my reward each time I plunged straight into her G-spot. And again. Again. Again.

Her body writhed hard against me until it was too much and I had to fill her so fast and furious there was no playing about.

Reduced to a fucking madman.

My hands slid under her back and curled up over her shoulders for stability and I went rabid. Pumping into her in a pace that shouldn’t have been possible, my mouth on every bit of her skin I could find, my tongue hunting down every last bit of pain that tried to escape me.

Her screams found air, growing louder and echoing out into the halls of Netherstone as she grabbed the frame of the doorway with both hands, using it as leverage against me to make every thrust deeper, harder.

In no time, my screams matched hers, both of us lost in a flurry of sweat and rage and ecstasy and desperate for deliverance.

She came first, her body wrecking me with how hard she came on my cock. Her inner walls brutal, forcing the very same thing from me.

I detonated.

There was no other word for it.

Ripping apart in so many specks of disparate energy there was no way my body would ever be whole again.

My cock surged out a flood of cum deep into her and neither one of us could stop our thrusts, both of our hips demanding we ride out every second of pleasure.

She’d just fucked me as hard as I’d fucked her and that only meant one thing…

I was fucked.

Chapter12

{ Ada }

Iwasn’t even sure when in the end of the sweaty, haze-filled havoc of our bodies pounding into each other, that Damen had flipped himself onto the floor and dragged me on top of him.

But here I was.

The devil’s arms wrapped around me again. My breath still frantic. My head nestled right next to the skull inked onto his chest that held the ghosts of a thousand souls.

His heart thundered violently under my ear. A racing and intense rhythm that drove my own pulse to beat in time with his.

It had taken everything in me just to crawl to his door.

All pride. All fear. All dignity. All of it had disintegrated to dust when the spasms under my skull had become more vicious than they ever had been.

Like the pain knew exactly where my body needed to be and wouldn’t let up, only gouging deeper into my brain until I surrendered and found my way to Damen.

His chest lifted under my head in a long, weary sigh. One I felt in my own soul.

What in the hell was I doing?

The one thing I swore I would never do—never fall into his trap again.

Not that I was even trying to move off of him. I was jelly at the moment.

Gravelly words rumbled from his chest. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“I don’t either.”

I truly didn’t. At my lowest, I had crawled to him. The one person I knew I shouldn’t trust. What did that make me? Weak? Stupid? Insane?