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“Is that what you like, kinky girl? Getting thrown around and choked like the little slut you are?” This time he doesn’t stop, his tongue diving deep inside me while he sucks my clit.

“Oh God, yessss . . .”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, before returning to his task with renewed vigor.

This time when release claims me, it’s even more intense than before, my entire body convulsing as pleasure whites out my vision. I’m vaguely aware of Damien’s hands guiding me back down beside him, his mouth glistening in the dim light as he moves up to claim my lips in a kiss that tastes of me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

Before I can catch my breath, he’s positioning himself between my thighs again. “Look at me,” he commands softly as he begins to move. “Stay with me. You’re everything,” he murmurs, the words seemingly torn from him against his will. “Everything I never knew I needed.”

The confession, rare and precious, pushes me toward another peak. “I love you,” I breathe, the words still new enough to feel dangerous between us. “God, Damien, I love you.”

Hunger flashes in his eyes, mixed with possession at my confession. His pace increases, control fracturing as we drive each other higher.

“Mine,” he growls, one hand sliding beneath me to change the angle until I’m gasping with each thrust. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I confirm, nails scoring his back as pleasure builds again. “Always yours.”

I’m almost there when he shifts positions again, flipping me over onto my belly as he pulls out and reaches down beside the bed.

“What are you . . . ?” I see the green scarf in his hands before I’m able to finish the question. His hand is already around my neck, pulling me toward him so my back is against his chest.

“I’m going to destroy you,” he whispers before nipping my earlobe as he winds the scarf around my neck. “One delicious orgasm at a time, baby.” The material tightens around my neck when he pushes me forward and wraps the loose ends around his fist.

Another second later, he’s back inside me in one long, deep stroke. My head tips back with the motion, his strokes starting out punishingly slow, his cock pulling almost entirely out of me before sliding back in.

“Now relax,” he says softly when he’s all the way inside me. He leans forward, biting down on the flesh where my shoulder meets my neck. “Are you ready for me to use you?”

“Yes, please.” I don’t have to beg this time. He’s thrusting into me hard and fast, the sound of my arousal so loud.

“Oh fuck, yes! Listen to how wet you are,” he groans, lifting his leg to plant his foot on the bed as he drives into me harder. It’s so deep, I’m certain he’s rearranging my organs at this point. It’s painful and I know that tomorrow my body will be aching, but I long for it like a masochist.

My body belongs to him. Just that thought alone has me clenching, my arms collapsing as I fall forward. When release claims us both, it’s together. His body tenses above mine as I arch to meet him, his name on my lips and mine on his—the connection between us transcending the physical. He pulls the scarf from my throat right as my orgasm releases, its intensity soaring to new heights.

Afterward, as we lie entwined in the darkness, his fingers move in idle patterns on my damp skin, his lips replacing the scarf as he traces the red line that’s left behind. “Perfect,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“You like marking me.”

“Yes,” he acknowledges. “I’m greedy and possessive, Eve. I want all of you, all the time, and I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

“Isn’t that toxic?”

“Yes, but I know how to handle toxic things, don’t I?” He plants a gentle kiss over my lips. “I’m not going to tell you it will change, because it won’t. I made no pretenses about how I intended to possess you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Good,” he kisses me deeper this time, the pace of it alerting me to something coming with it. “I’m an easy man to please.” He flashes that devilish grin. “Just never tell me no.”

“That easy, huh?” I laugh, his grin morphing into a smile that mirrors mine. “And what kind of things are you going to demand of me that I can’t say no to?”

His face grows more serious, his fingers intertwining with mine as he lifts them over my head.

“Being my wife.”

Chapter18

Damien

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