Page 87 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"And I am clean."

I set my lips "A bit too late to worry about that," I mumble, "considering."

"I want you to know that what we have is different."

"That's what they all say," I scoff.

"Flower," he growls, "look into my eyes."

I peer up into his face, "There, happy?" I tip up my chin.

"Not until you tell me that you believe me."

"What?" I swallow, "What do you want me to believe?"

"That I've never felt like this with anyone before. I've never felt this connected to any woman." He thrusts his face into mine, so I have no choice but to meet his eyes, "Not until you."

"Not even," I lick my lips, "not even Riley's mother?"

"Not even her."

There's no hesitation in his tone, his gaze direct. The expression on his features, one of sincerity. Holy shit, he actually means it.

"Damian," I whisper and his control seems to shatter. His jaw tics and a vein throbs at his temple, then he pushes his hips forward and buries himself inside of me in one single thrust, and I scream again.Ohmygod,the thickness, that heaviness between my legs, it’s like being impaled.

"Damian," I gasp again.

He grits his teeth; sweat beads his brow. He slams his big palm into the door by my side and I swear the entire barrier shudders. He’s bigger, brawnier, than any man I’ve ever known… Than anyone I’ve ever met… Likely, he isn’t aware of his own strength.

He draws in a breath and his chest expands, his shoulders still clad in his leather jacket seem to grow bigger, if that were possible.

Reaching up, I cup his cheek, "Why the hell do I feel so much for you?"

"The same reason I do?" He glares into my eyes. Anger rolls deep in their depths, and frustration and something else—the same confusion that’s haunted me since I set eyes on him. And does that make it worse? Or better? God knows…

Except, something inside of me empathizes with him. "I know,” I whisper, "it’s not easy."

"Tell me about it." He chuckles, then tilts his hips and slips further inside my channel. A groan rumbles up his chest, "You’re so tight, Flower."

"Oh." A trembling shudders out from the point where his massive cock disappears inside my aching pussy. "I thought you like to fuck hard," I mutter.

"I’m trying to be gentle."

"Who said I wanted gentle?"

"I don’t want to hurt you," he insists.

"Too late." I slide my palm around his nape and tug until his face is right above mine. "I very much want to hurt you." I bury my teeth in his lower lip.

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Damian

What the fuck? The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth, pain shivers down my spine, my dick lengthens, and my thigh muscles bunch. "Fuck," I snarl, "you’re crazy, woman."

"Youmake me crazy," she replies against my mouth. She licks my wounded lip, swallows down my blood, and all my senses hone in on her.

My vision narrows, and a pulse throbs at my temples, across my eyelids even in my balls. "You’ve done it now," I grit out through clenched teeth. I shrug out of my jacket, suddenly burning up.