Page 107 of Give In

A tremor ran through me like a mini orgasm. “Badly.”

He positioned the head of his cock at my pussy, pressing in just enough to tease me. “Admit you like it. All of this.”

“I like it,” I said instantly. No hesitation or apprehension. All the disgust and self-consciousness and condemnation that’d echoed through my head, admonishing me for how wrong it was—howwrongI was—had disappeared.

Fire blazed in his eyes. “You want more?”

And just like earlier, I jumped. I dove off the precipice, going headfirst into something so unknown and wild, I had to be insane to want it. But I did. “I want itall.”

The last word had barely left my lips when he slammed into me. Filling me. Stretching me.

There was nothing slow about it. No tenderness or teasing. No easing in. Damien fucked me with the ferocious intensity of someone who’d been waiting months.

And I took it all.

Every thrust.

Every bite.

Every bruising kiss.

Every harsh grunt and rough curse.

Because Damien wasn’t the only one who’d spent months thinking about that moment. I’d worried I’d built it up too much in my head, my expectations unreachable and insurmountable. But the way Damien fucked me surpassed anything I’d imagined.

I didn’t have to shift and twist in a not-so-subtle hint at what I wanted. Nor did I have to give directions, draw him a map, or do it myself. I sure as hell didn’t have to fake.

Damien seemed to know my body better than I did. He anticipated my needs before I knew I needed them.

I truly was his marionette, and he undeniably held my strings. He moved me how he wanted, held me where he wanted me, took me how he wanted.

He used me.

And Ilovedit.

With my brain silent and my body in his capable hands, there was nothing for me to do but enjoy the pleasure he gave. It was light and freeing, the ever-present weight on my shoulders temporarily gone.

“You’re close,” he growled in my ear. He was right, of course.

The coil of tension that was tightening in my lower stomach was close to snapping. Exploding. Shattering into a million pieces, never to be whole again.

I bit my lip, worried he’d pull away again. That he’d draw out the torture, finding his own pleasure without giving me mine.

My worry was for nothing. Damien’s already rough movements went unhinged. He lifted onto his knees and put his hand on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit in the exact way I liked. Even with my legs wrapped around his and my nails digging into his forearms, the force of his thrusts pushed me up the bed.

His hand moved from the mattress to my collarbone, holding me in place as his fingers rested on my throat. It wasn’t painful, but it was firm.

It was exactly what I needed.

My body pulsed. My legs trembled, squeezing him closer. Air left my lungs, my heart stopped, and my brain went so blissfully blank, there was nothing but the insane rush of blinding pleasure that raced through my body.

Through the haze, I was vaguely aware of his pace slowing. I wanted to selfishly demand he resume the all-out tempo so my orgasm wasn’t cut short, but I couldn’t find my voice. The thought itself disappeared when he began rolling his hips, his cock pressing deep as his coarse hair covered pelvis rubbed against my abused clit.

I wanted to decipher and memorize the way he was looking at me, but I was powerless to keep my lids open as my already explosive orgasm rolled into a second one. They closed, my neck arching against the curve between his thumb and index finger.

“Fucking exquisite,” Damien whispered, the words cutting through the fog to swirl around me like another layer of sensation.

His tempo changed again as he slowed to almost still. His cock glided, long strokes at a slow pace. My body copied, the last waves of pleasure taking on his rhythm, ebbing until they faded away. It left me satisfied yet immediately craving more.