Page 5 of The Wrong Husband

"It'll get better," he said hoarsely.

"It already is," I groaned out.

Damian lifted up but didn't move, letting me adjust to him. He cupped my face and stroked my lip with his thumb. "I need to move, sweetheart."

"Yes, please."

He smiled. He took my hands and locked our fingers together, pressed them to either side of my head. He watched me as he pumped in and out of me. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned when he was balls deep inside me.

"I need to come." I had no idea where those words emerged from because I'd never even thought there would be a world where I would say such things to any man, let alone Damian.

He pulled out completely and then slammed back inside me. He didn't stop this time, didn't slow down, just kept pounding into me. His cock was hitting that spot inside me, the same spot his fingers had stroked and caressed, that same spot that was on fire.

"No other man has touched you," he muttered as he let go of my hand. "You're fucking mine, Em. Say, you're mine."

"Yours," I mumbled and felt my whole body lift away from me when his hand reached between us and found my clit.

"Come with me, come with me," he chanted and right before I felt him explode inside me, he pinched my clitoris.

Everything went dark for a long moment.

When I surfaced from what I knew was intense pleasure, his face was buried in my neck. He was breathing hard. Nothing had ever felt this good before.

It took a while, but he lifted his head and looked at me. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded and then smiled. "Very okay."

And that was when he shut down. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom.

What the hell did I do?

He came out and tilted his head toward the bathroom. "You should get cleaned up.”

I should? Yeah. I had his cum flowing out of me, so I should.

I didn't know why he was angry all of a sudden. I didn't want to know because I suspected it had something to do with Bianca. Now that he'd had an orgasm, his head had gone to where it normally went to—the love of his life.

I took a shower because I was crying, and I wanted to drown the sobs with water. I had the best experience of my life and right after, I felt my heart breaking.

By the time I got back to the room there were fresh sheets on the bed. I didn't ask how he managed that. I could imagine he had housekeeping come pronto and get rid of the sheets that had blood and semen on them. God! That was embarrassing.

He was in a pair of black boxers, and it made me dizzy to look at him. The man was sex on two legs. Before I could eye fuck him some more, he held up two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"What?" I asked, tightening the complimentary hotel white terry robe around me.

"Ibuprofen. For the pain," he said gruffly.

"Pain?"

"Em, it was your first time. It's going to hurt later on."

I took the pills and washed them down with the water he held.

I didn't have my things here. Did he want me to leave? Go back to my room? I looked around to see where my clothes were so I could wear them and do the walk of shame.

"I have something for you to sleep in." He pointed to the closet, outside of which hung a sexy black negligee.

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