Page 55 of Spookily Yours

“You feel so good inside of me,” I encouraged, feeling him growing harder inside of me, knowing he must be close.

I wanted him to let go, to lose himself. Tightening my muscles, I clenched myself around him, squeezing his cock.

“Willow. Shit.” He grimaced. “Fuck. I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.”

“Do it.” I wasn’t above begging for it. His cum—I licked my lips, rocking my hips in time with his movement. “Fill me up, Damien.”

But—he shook his head, taking my lips in his, biting my lip slightly as he pulled away. “Need you to come again first.”

His lips moved down to a nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he massaged the other one, letting that tendril of darkness take over rubbing circles on my clit. It felt like his hands wereeverywhere,those shadows working as extensions of himself.

I’d already been close, but this time, I let go, burying my fingers into his shoulders, not even caring if I left marks from my fingernails as I came, crying out his name.

Damien kept up his thorough torture, switching his attention to my other nipple as he continued that glorious movement in and out of me.

My insides clenched around him, and he stilled, his mouth sliding off my breast with a wetpopas he gripped my hips, hardening even further inside of me.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes focused solely where we were joined together. Damien grit his teeth, burying himself to the hilt before letting go. I could feel the warmth spilling through my insides as he came, pouring inside of me on a shaky breath.

After he’d finished, he collapsed on top of me, holding me to his body before rolling both of us onto our sides as his cock softened inside of me.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No.” I snuggled my head into his chest. “I liked it.”

I’d never felt better. I was floating on air; the rightness surging through my body.

He kissed my forehead before shifting, like he was going to pull away.

I whined. “Don’t. Not yet. I just wanna stay like this.”

Tucking me back against his body, I wound my arms around his back, inhaling his spicy scent. Something about it calmed me—soothed me.

I wasn’t going to evaluate why I liked it so much. Not yet.

“Willow,” he whispered, and I realized my eyes had shut, so warm and comforted by his presence that it had almost lulled me to sleep. “I’m going to get up now.”

He pulled out, and I whimpered from the loss. I knew I needed to get up, to clean up, to take care of things, but I was boneless. Totally spent. I wasn’t sure my legs had any strength left in them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured, pushing his cum back inside of me.

Oh. Gods.That greedy little possessive side of me, the one that didn’t want to imagine him with anyone else, liked thatverymuch.

Damien came back to the bed a few moments later, and my eyes peeked open to find him holding a washcloth, wiping in between my thighs. He’d pulled on a pair of boxers, but left his chest bare.

After he seemed satisfied, he handed me a glass of water, getting me to drink it before slipping back under the covers.

Damien’s arms wrapped around me, and I snuggled into his chest, letting my eyes close as I drifted off to sleep.

Some part of me recognized I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t let him into my heart—but I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. Not when he was so gentle with me, especially when it mattered. When he’d shown, over and over, how he was here for me.

And if I wasn’t careful—I was going to fall for him completely.

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Ikissed her forehead, watching her sleep.

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