Page 10 of The Last Shadow

“You,” she replies, her eyes fluttering shut.

I withdraw my fingers, now slick with her arousal, and trace them around the tight pucker of her ass. Francesca’s breath hitches. “Relax,” I soothe, circling the sensitive flesh.

Leaning forward, I flick my tongue against her swollen clit as I slowly ease my middle finger into her ass. The dual sensations have her keening with pleasure.

“Damien!” she cries, grinding against my face.

I alternate between teasing licks and deep, probing thrusts, keeping her on edge. Her thighs begin to quiver around my head. I know she’s close.

“Don’t stop,” Francesca begs breathlessly. “Please don’t fucking stop!”

I have no intention of stopping. I redouble my efforts, sucking and licking her clit as I fuck her ass with my finger. With a strangled cry, her orgasm explodes and her hips grind against my mouth while I suck her clit until it becomes too much. “Yes!”

“That’s it, my pet. Come for me.” My voice is a low, primal command, urging her on.

Before she can fully recover, I rise and shove my aching cock deep into her still-quivering pussy. We both groan at the exquisite sensation.

“Fuck,” I grunt, struggling to maintain control. “You feel amazing, Francesca.” As I pump into her, dark thoughts swirl through my mind. The way she grips me, getting wetter with every thrust, ignites a hunger I’ve long suppressed. I want to possess her completely, to mark her as mine in ways that go beyond the physical.

“Damien, oh, God!” she cries out, her nails digging into my back.

The pain only fuels my desire. I crave more. More pain, more pleasure, more of her. With each stroke, I push her higher, my control slipping as the monster within claws its way to the surface.

“That’s it, Frankie. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I growl, my voice barely recognizable.

Her eyes go wide. I can tell the moment she senses the shift in me, the darkness inside. Part of me wants her to be afraid, to truly understand the depths of my madness.

“Damien,” she chokes out as another orgasm washes over her. “Yes.”

I revel in her surrender, knowing she’s mine completely. I want to consume her, to merge our bodies and souls until there’s no separation between us.

My thrusts become punishing, bordering on brutal. I want to leave my mark on her, inside and out. The possessive rage inside me is boiling.

Mine, mine, mine, goes through my mind with each snap of my hips.

I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “You’re mine, Francesca,” I hiss, my voice dripping with dark promise. “Forever. There’s no escaping me now.”

I thrust into her, harder, deeper, claiming her with relentless strokes. “Say you’ll never leave me,” I demand, my voice a hoarse whisper against her ear.

“Never,” she pants, meeting my rhythm, her body moving with mine. “I’ll never leave you, Damien. I’m yours forever.”

I lose myself in the raw, primal act, in the sensation of her body welcoming mine. I pound into her, my cock buried deep, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together.

“Mine,” I growl, my eyes fierce as I gaze down at her. “Only mine.”

“Yes, Damien,” she pants. “I’m yours. All yours.”

Her submission fuels my darkest impulses. I grip her hips, slamming into her with abandon. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room, punctuated by our guttural moans.

“Fuck, Frankie,” I say through gritted teeth, feeling my control slipping. “I’m close. Come with me. Now.”

“Damien!” she screams, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm crashes over her.

With a growl, I bury myself to the hilt and explode inside her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me as I empty myself into her willing cunt.

This. This is what I need to fuel my vengeance. Nothing more, nothing less.

Francesca DeMarco will be the only thing that brings me to my knees.

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