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White spots dot my vision as my body seizes, I clench down on his fingers, causing him to groan as I teeter on the edge of bliss.

He doesn’t stop or slow down. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm. When I stop shaking, he pulls his fingers from my pussy, and holds them in front of my face, “Open. Taste yourself.”

I open my mouth, and he slides his fingers in. I suck and lick his fingers until he pulls them out, appearing satisfied.

“How did your cunt taste?”

Blinking at him, I finally answer, “Good, Sir.”

“Take me to your bedroom.”

I take his hand in mine and walk across the small hallway before turning left into my bedroom. In the span of only a few heartbeats, he spins me around and removes my shirt and skirt.

His gaze burns with lust as he stares at me while he removes his clothes.

My bedroom is minimalistic compared to his. A queen bed sits on the side near the window with a purple duvet. There’s a small table beside the bed with my reading chair next to it. Damian walks over to the chair, drapes his shirt over it, never taking his eyes from mine, and removes his pants and boxers before placing them with his shirt.

“Get rid of the bra and panties, Kitty Kat. I want to see every inch of that exquisite body.”

I remove my bra first and toss it on top of his clothes while nearly salivating at his naked form.

He stands before me with that ink and muscles galore. My eyes devour every inch of him while I slide my panties down my legs. Damian charges toward me, grabs my ass with both hands, and lifts me into his strong arms.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bed, lays me down, and covers me with his body.

“What’s your safe word, Kat?”

“Cross.”

I reach up and palm the side of his face, “Please stop worrying. I won’t need it. I want this. I want you.”

Slowly, he slides into me, causing us both to groan from the contact. I’ve been using my six-inch little vibrator. Well, little compared to him. He fills me completely. His body hovers just over mine, our skin touching, but he holds his weight off me while he pulls out and pushes back in again, causing me to buck my hips, meeting his every thrust. He stares into my eyes, a look of disbelief on his ruggedly handsome face, “Kat. I never thought I’d have you like this again. Tell me you’re mine again.”

A tear rolls down my cheek as my heart swells with so much emotion, “Damian, even when we weren’t together, I was still yours.”

He licks the fallen tear from my cheek, “Come for me, Kitty Kat. Drench me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck while he continues fucking me slowly, his eyes are on mine, and neither of us looks away. I’m locked in his gaze. I don’t think I could break it if I tried, “I love you Damian, I never stopped.”

Emotion overcomes his expression before he shakes his head, “I love you too, Kitty Kat. Fuck me, I love you so much.”

He slams his lips to mine, his lips and tongue all over mine, as he pulls out most of the way before he slams back into me. I dig my nails into his back, moaning into his mouth as my body pulsates around his cock. Breaking our kiss, he stares at me in amazement before he joins me in an orgasm that feels so strong as if it binds us together. He groans loudly, “Kat.”

I sigh, “That was amazing.”

Damian chuckles, “Was? We aren’t done yet. I’ve been waiting for this for over two years, Angel. You’re going to have a little trouble walking tomorrow.”

I grin at him, “Bring it, Mobster. I’ll take all you have to give.”

And take I do, until the wee hours of the morning, I take it all, but he’s right, walking is going to be a challenge.

Chapter Forty-Three

Kat

I begin to stir as I sense daylight, trying to get up to pee, I’m stuck, wrapped in Damian’s strong arms.

“Damian, let me up.”

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