Page 43 of Bound to the Guard

I do as he says, breathing out as I bear down. The broad head of his cock breaches my entrance, pushing past that resistant ring of muscle. I gasp at the shocking stretch, my passage fluttering and clenching around him.

“That’s it, you’re doing good,” he praises, one hand stroking my hair. “You’re so tight, Seven, and hotter than I could have imagined. It’s taking everything I have not to come right now.”

Hearing those words spurs me on, and I lean back, taking another inch of him into my body. His cock splits me apart in the best possible way, and I want more. I want all of him inside me.

“That’s it,” he groans, his grip on my hips tightening. “Take what’s yours, Seven.”

His words send licks of flame through my blood, and I moan, sinking down another inch. The burn and pressure are intense, right on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. More than that, the intimacy, the closeness, overwhelms me.

I’m letting him inside my body, giving him a piece of myself I’ve never shared before. And by the proud way he looks at me, he understands how much it took for me to trust.

“Keep going, sweetheart.” His thumbs rub soothing circles on my hip bones. “Take what you need.”

With a shuddering breath, I impale myself further on his thick length, impossibly full as he stretches me open. My thighs tremble with the strain, and sweat breaks out across my skin. But I don’t stop, I can’t, not when every downward press ignites sparks of bliss deep in my core.

I rock my hips, the incredible pressure, the exquisite burn, every ridge and vein of his cock filling me up, undoing me. Witha final push, I take Damien to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my ass.

“So fucking tight,” he pants in my ear. “You took me so well, sweetheart.”

I tilt my head back, the sensation of joining like this, of claiming each other, sending a rush of warmth through me. No one has ever wanted or desired me, and I crave more.

I press a hand over my lower stomach, feeling a slight bulge and marveling at how much of him fits inside me. My inner muscles flutter around his hard length, and I shiver with desire. “Damien, please… I need…”

“I’ve got you.” His hands smooth up my sides and down my back.

His hips roll beneath me in a slow, deep grind that sparks stars across my vision. I cry out, my head falling back, as he finds that special spot inside me, setting my nerves alight. Over and over, he rocks into me, stoking the embers in my belly into an inferno.

The sounds of our coupling fill the room, the slick slide of flesh, my breathy moans, and his low grunts. It’s filthy and carnal and so, so perfect. In Damien’s arms, I feel like I’m more than a petri dish for experiments, more than a broken Omega not even worth breeding.

“Put your feet next to my hips and lean back with your hands on my legs,” he instructs in a guttural tone.

My knees shake as I draw them up, and I gasp as Damien sinks even deeper into my body.

“That’s it.” His hands on my waist keep me balanced.

I lean back, hands finding his hairy calves, and my chest heaves with desperate breaths as I stare down the length of my body. Without the T-shirt, I’d be splayed bare in front of him.

His hands move down to my ass, urging me up. I shiver at the thick glide of him leaving my body and moan as he lowersme back down his length. I catch on fast, feet pressing on the mattress and thighs flexing as I ride his cock, this new angle nailing my sweet spot harder.

My head falls back, eyes closing as I chase the pleasure, my body moving on its own. Damien’s hands slip beneath my shirt, cupping my rib cage, thumbing my pebbled nipples.

The added pleasure sends me crashing over the edge, and I shudder, my body quaking as I come.

When my arms give out and I lose my balance, Damien draws me upright, tilting me into his chest.

Soft lips find my ear. “Stay with me a little longer?”

“Yes.” I hold on as he thrusts up into me, the sloppy slap of our bodies coming together filling the air. Then he freezes, holding my hips flush to his as pulsing heat floods my channel.

My inner muscles quiver as I moan into his neck.

“So good, sweetheart,” he groans into my throat.

I quiver again, loving all his praise.

With Damien, I’m precious. I’m wanted.

With Damien, I can become whole.

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