Page 85 of Dirty Damage

So I say the only safe thing I can.

“You. I want you.”

His lips curve into a predatory smile. Then he spreads my thighs wider and settles his broad body between them like he belongs there.

Like I was made for him.

His cock presses against me, thick and hard and all him.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, afraid he’s going to run away again. “Oleg…”

He studies my face, jaw clenched with determination. I can’t read his expression, can’t begin to guess what he’s thinking.

Maybe it’s better that way. This thing between us is complicated enough without trying to decipher the emotions swimming in those eyes.

A shiver runs through me—anticipation, not fear. I cling to him tighter, feeling the simmering strength in his muscles. The long stroke of his bare skin against me.

It hits me suddenly that this feels like my first time all over again. It’s the first time anyone has ever been inside of me skin-to-skin.

But instead of dreading what comes next, I’m aching for it.

“Oleg, please…”

He pushes inside me in one slow, powerful stroke. I cry out, my back arching off the cushions as I stare up at the star-strewn sky.

He’s huge—I knew that already, but feeling him fill me completely is something else entirely.

But I’m ready for him.

I’m soaking wet as he slides deeper, stretching me in the most delicious way.

My body has never responded like this before, never wanted someone this badly. He peppers hot kisses down my neck and chest, thrusting into me with a caged control that makes me want to scream.

When his tongue circles my nipple, I buck against him, silently begging for more.

I raise my hips to meet each thrust, my body moving on pure instinct because sex has never been like this.

Not with anyone.

But this is what I’ve been missing. This is the kind of sex everyone writes songs about, makes movies about, loses their minds over.

His fingers lace through mine as our eyes lock. The intensity in his gaze steals my breath.

His jaw tightens, those mesmerizing eyes growing brighter and brighter as his thrusts become deeper, harder.

I’m drowning in sensation, losing all control over my body. It doesn’t feel like mine anymore—it belongs tohim, responds to him, exists only for his touch.

“Oh, God!” The cry bursts from me as pleasure builds unexpectedly in my core. I’ve never felt anything like this swelling, consuming heat.

Then it explodes.

I cry out as I cling to Oleg, clenching around him to the frantic beat of my heart.

He gasps like he can’t believe it, either.

Like, somehow, unbelievably, this might be a new experience for him, too.

He roars as he drives into me, cradling the top of my head with his hand to keep me from bashing my skull into the side of the yacht.

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