Page 127 of Aine

His eyes are entirely black as he grabs my hips and begins to fuck me in earnest, his hips slamming into my own with each thrust. He watches himself disappearing into me, his loud moans mirroring my own as the sound of my wetness fills the room around us. I cry out as he drops his hand to the top of my thigh, his thumb rubbing against my clit with each thrust.

My body shakes with the force of his fucking, my tits bouncing as he rests his forehead against me and smashes our lips together. He doesn’t wait for me to respond before deepening it, his tongue finding its way into my mouth and muffling my moans with his own.

He stretches me in ways I’ve never experienced, and my thighs shake around his waist as he continues to overload my senses. My hips grow sore from arching, and he lifts me entirely when I move to readjust.

“We wouldn’t have to maneuver like this if you’d just let me take you to our bed like a normal woman.” He groans.

I laugh as he realigns himself and thrusts up into me.

“I don’t think I’d be your mate if I wanted you to fuck me like normal women. You aren’t a fan of those, from what I’ve heard.”

“Don’t talk about other women when I’m with you.” He releases my thigh with his right hand and cups my chin. “You’re the only one I want to be inside, the only one I love and want to be with. I don’t care if you’re adventurous or want me to fuck you in the same position for the rest of our lives.”

I can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or me, but I don’t care either way.

“I’m yours as much as you’re mine, and I won’t allow you to share me with another. Even in your mind,” he continues, his possessiveness confusing.

I’ve heard of men not wanting to hear about their woman being with another man, but for him to be so upset about an offhand comment regarding him being with other women has my mind reeling.

Heat spreads through my core as Damien moans, his words slowly transforming into nothing more than incoherent gasps as his even tempo begins to crack. He releases my chin and returns to my clit, his other arm under my butt to hold me up.

It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build, the tension growing until I’m nothing more than a writhing mess in his arms.

“D-Damien, I—” I stutter, unable to get my warning out before tipping over the edge.

My body convulses as I clench around him, every muscle in my body tightening. He continues to fuck me through it, his noises matching my own as he drives himself toward the same release.

Damien’s thumb leaves my clit as I slump against his chest, my body going soft in his arms. He hardly seems to notice as he lays me back on the counter, my ass hovering off the edge as he drives himself into me at a pace I struggle to keep up with.

“I’m going to cum,” he hisses, rolling his hips against my own as he tries to hold his orgasm back. “I’m going to pull out, and I want you to finish me with your hand. Can you do that?”

I nod, desperate and excited to bring him to completion. I was hoping for him to cum inside me, but I push that desire far away as he pulls out and shoves himself into my hands.

My grip is firm as I wrap my fingers around his length and begin to stroke, my wetness serving as lubrication as I bring him to orgasm. I know he’s close when his eyes slam shut and his balls lift, the reaction accompanied by a loud grunt as he stills and begins to spill onto my body.

It shoots higher than anticipated, and I shriek and aim him lower as the first rope hits my chin and neck. The rest lands on my belly, coating me before dribbling down his shaft. Mesmerized, I continue to stroke until he shivers and pulls away.

There’s a comfortable silence as Damien works to catch his breath. I feel his worry hit me as he comes down, the man probably fearful of my potential regret.

“I really liked that,” I admit, eager to assure him of my feelings.

Damien eyes the cum dripping down my chin with a smirk, his face soft as he snatches his shirt off the floor and cleans me. I feel his guilt hit me like a ton of bricks as he frowns at my stomach.

“I should’ve cleaned you up after touching you in my office,” he mutters, referring to all those months ago when he made me cum then kicked me out.

My lips purse as I struggle with how to respond.

“Yes, you should have.” A soft smile spreads across my face as I reach out and cup his chin. He allows me to tilt his face up, his wide eyes meeting my crinkled ones. “But you are now, and that means everything to me.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

AINE

A hand clampingon to my knee and pushing it away has me shooting up in bed, my eyes darting sporadically around the dark room before landing on Damien’s pained face. His eyebrows furrow together as he sucks in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before opening his mouth and exhaling.

It takes me a minute to get my bearings straight, but once I do, I’m lunging forward and grabbing his cheeks in apology.

“I’m so sorry.” I gasp, dropping my knee so it’s no longer digging into his groin.

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