Page 24 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

My fingers dug into his back as I kissed him deeply, moaning and whimpering more consistently as that urgency returned to us both in a flash.

Damien let go of a sound from deep within his chest while he gripped me harder and picked up the pace, angling my hips perfectly. He swallowed back my moans, taking them in while he couldn’t help but ravish me.

With my head spinning, I could only hold him tightly and let those pleasured sounds leave me all the while he broke the kiss and dropped his face to the side of my neck.

“Fuck…you’re so tight,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at my skin while he thrusted harder and deeper, groaning into my neck.

My moans pitched higher as he somehow pulled me even closer, rippling with desperation while we both keened for that high—the sweet release that loomed overhead.

“Shit…lean back,” Damien instructed, gently pressing against my shoulder to guide me back.

Obliging him, I laid down on the desk until my back was pressed against the surface, panting and whining as the adjustment jostled him inside me. Meeting his gaze, his pupils were blown with raging lust, and his abdomen was tight from restraining himself.

Once I was where he wanted me, he hooked my legs around his hips and kept one hand on my thigh while the other pressed lightly against my lower stomach. At my moan, he started to thrust again, feeding me more and more of that intoxicating bliss.

Damien threw his head back as he reached a hard yet deep rhythm, letting his body take over while he groaned and held my hips tightly against his. “Damn it…you’re too perfect for me…”

Brows pinched together through the overwhelming pleasure, my moans filled the room, and I couldn’t think straight. I could only feel how deep he was inside me, hitting every perfect place like he already knew me inside out.

As my moans pitched higher and left me constantly, Damien leaned in closer, flicking his hips at a dangerous pace that made my whole body keen for him.

Our eyes met in a split second, and without needing to think, I reached for one of his hands. Pulling it closer, I placed his palm against my throat and closed his fingers around my neck without looking away despite the flush in my cheeks.

As the realization set in, Damien shuddered faintly, his expression almost reverent as he gave me a gentle squeeze, keeping his grip light enough to not cause any pain. Then, almost like something in him snapped all over again at my moan reverberating against his palm, he moved impossibly faster.

Breath-catching, I took in those brutal thrusts, suddenly crying out before I could even process it.

His hips slammed against mine over and over again all the while he held my neck and squeezed my thigh, giving me wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure.

It hit me all at once, so forceful and demanding that my mind seemed to stop altogether.

Through those harsh movements while he grunted and chased after both of our releases, I came undone completely, clenching around him while my eyes rolled back and that tether within me snapped. I clutched the desk and arched my back all the while my orgasm crashed over me, heart racing.

I barely registered as Damien grunted once his hips stuttered before he reached the precipice and leaned down against me, groaning through the intense sensations. His warmth coursed through me with every pulse, making me shiver.

Through the haze of it all, we both panted and tried to catch our breath. A sense of disbelief and pure contentment settled deep within me as I managed the strength to hold him while he remained pressed against me, his breath gently fanning against my neck.

After a moment, Damien pressed a gentle kiss against my skin and murmured, “I’m not done with you yet…”

Chapter 11 - Damien

In all honesty, I didn’t anticipate things moving as they had.

I was surprised by my night with Sky, especially given how it started with us going at each other, mutually irritated. But it seemed we just needed that release in the end, and I wasn’t going to deny how it did us both some good.

Things were developing better than I expected, and that rare hope guided me through the weekend, left me wondering how things may be for us that following week.

Even if I didn’t know much about her or how I’d eventually feel about her when I first met Sky at those family events, I had been interested since the moment I laid eyes on her. A part of me hoped to have that opportunity to be close to her, but I never wanted to seem like I was on some kind of chase.

Of course, I never suspected how intensely I would come to want her, and I ended up throwing the idea out the window. I certainly was on a chase, and against all odds, she wanted me in the same way.

I wanted her for myself, and even after having her, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Regardless, the thought didn’t leave me, and even after having my fill, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I originally hoped that I’d get some of it out of my system and be able to move forward on a more level-headed note. Maybe even show her that I didn’t need to be quite so intense with her.

But if anything, having sex with Sky only made that fixation stronger. Worse.

On one hand, it felt so good. I couldn’t understand why, but pining for her, needing her, kept this persistent warmth aliveinside me, and it just made me want her more. But at the same time, it was agonizing to need her and to feel like I was being the greediest man on earth.

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