Page 142 of Give In

He chuckled. “Never heard you complain before.”

The vibration from his laughter made my eyes go unfocused. I rolled my hips, wanting more. His groaned curse was enough to make me do it again.

He may not have been giving me all his many inches, but when Damien started to thrust in and out, I thought I could feel him in my throat.

And I liked it more than I’d have ever guessed in my dirtiest fantasies.

Reaching under me to play with my clit, he pushed me closer to the edge, but I didn’t want to be alone going over it. I wanted him to come, too.

“More,” I said before adding, “please.”

“No.”

“But you’re not gonna come.”

“Eden, swear to God, it’s taking all my restraintnotto shoot in your tight little ass right now.” His shallow thrusts quickened, more force going into each one, though he was careful not to push in too far. “I’ve come all over your pretty tits, down your throat, and deep in your pussy,” he bit out. “When I fill your ass, every inch of you will be mine. And I’ll never fucking let you go.”

The filthy-sweet words echoed in my head as I came apart, pulsing and clenching in an entirely different way than when he was in my pussy. I could feel his heat pouring into my ass. Filling me. Owning me. Sending me over the edge again as I bucked against him.

“Exquisite,” he growled, gliding in and out a few times before sliding free.

But I didn’t move.

Couldn’t have, and not just because I was still tied to the desk.

Even when he gripped and spread my ass cheeks, I didn’t so much as blink.

“If my balls weren’t completely empty,” he muttered, “I’d jack off watching my come dripping from your ass.”

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah.” His fingertips skimmed through the moisture that coated my thighs, trailing it down to my ankles. He freed one from the bond and massaged it before repeating the process on the other one.

Wait, where’d he get the ties from in the first place?

As soon as the thought took root, jealousy erupted in me so strong, my stomach felt like it was somehow both tied in knots and shredded to pieces.

In tune with me enough to notice the change, Damien’s voice was alert, bordering on alarmed. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

“The ties…” I struggled to phrase my thoughts before going with a non-accusatory, “Why were they here?”

“Angel,” he whispered softly. He moved to the side of the desk and crouched so I could see his face. “Brand new. I put them here when you started coming in while I worked. I figured it was only a matter of time before your attitude got you in trouble.” His smile was loaded with so much affection and warmth, my chest hurt just looking at it. “You lasted longer than I thought.”

“Yay me,” I joked past the lump in my throat.

“Everything is different, Eden.Everything.” There was a weight to his words that filled my heart.

My soul.

The back of my eyes burned, but I gave him a shaky smile and a feeble, “Cool.”

After undoing the wrist restraints, Damien gathered me into his arms and carefully carried me to the bathroom.

I didn’t loosen my hold on him when he got me pain meds.

Or when he filled the tub.

Or when he climbed in with me.