Page 62 of Claimed By the Damned

She lies there, looking up at me, still trembling slightly, skin flushed, eyes wide and fixed on mine, filled with trust and anticipation. The air is thick, charged with what just happened and what's about to come.

"You've been such a good girl, taking everything Daddy gave you," I murmur, my voice low and rough. My gaze sweeps over her, taking in the sight of her completely nude, her body still humming with pleasure and newfound submission. "Checking in again, Little One," I add, my tone softening slightly, needing to be sure. "How are you feeling? Are you okay to continue? Give me your color."

Her breathing is still a little unsteady, but she meets my gaze without hesitation. A slow, deliberate nod. "Green, Daddy," she whispers, her voice husky but clear. "I'm okay. Please... don't stop."

That verbal confirmation, the explicit 'Green' after everything she just experienced, sends another wave of possessive heat through me. She's not just enduring; she's actively choosing this, choosingme. "Good girl," I praise softly. "We're not close to being finished yet."

I step closer, cupping her face gently. "Now, I wantyouto touchme. Show me how much you want this." My thumb brushes her lower lip. "Undress me, Little One. Slowly."

She stands against the edge of the bed, her breath hitches, but there's no hesitation. Her slightly trembling fingers move to the buttons of my shirt first. She works them free one by one, herknuckles occasionally brushing against my chest, sending jolts of heat through me. Her focus is intense, her movements deliberate despite the tremors. She pushes the fabric aside, revealing my skin, her gaze lingering for a moment before moving to my belt buckle.

The metallic clink sounds loud in the quiet room as she unfastens it. Her fingers fumble slightly with the button and zipper of my trousers, the intimacy of the act making her cheeks flush deeper. She doesn't stop, though, pulling the zipper down slowly. I remain still, allowing her to take the lead as commanded. Her confidence grows with each trembling move, fueling my own arousal.

When she tugs my trousers and boxers down my hips, exposing my hard length, her eyes widen further, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She kneels instinctively, her gaze fixed on my cock, her dark hair falling forward to veil her expression.

A low growl rumbles in my chest at the sight. "Good girl," I commend softly, resting my hand gently but firmly on her head, anchoring her in place. "Just look for a moment. Understand who you truly belong to."

She obeys, staying perfectly still beneath my hand, her warm breath ghosting over my skin. The sight of her kneeling before me, flushed and submissive after taking my discipline and pleasure, ready to take more... it's almost enough to break my control right there.

After a moment charged with tension, I gently guide her back to her feet. "Good girl." I kick my clothes aside impatiently.

I lay her down on the bed and move over her, positioning myself between her parted thighs. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist, her body arching into mine, desperate, seeking. Her eyes find mine, dark and dilated, completely trusting. "Please Daddy," she whispers, the word thick with spent pleasure and renewed need, earned through her obedience.

"I know what you need, Little One." My voice is a low growl. My weight settles heavily over her, my thick cock pressing insistently against her soaked entrance. I tease her with just the head, feeling her squirm beneath me, the friction exquisite. My hardness against her softness—the sight hits something deep and satisfying. "And I’m going to give it to you."

I push my cock inside her, slow and deep, every slow inch, a deliberate torture, an exquisite promise of what's coming. Stretching her, filling her, claiming her inch by agonizing inch. She gasps, head falling back against the pillow, her walls stretching then clenching tightly around my length, a perfect, tight sheath.

Her nails drag down my bare back as she takes me fully. She clutches weakly at my shoulders, the faint sting fueling the fire in my blood, but I force myself to stay slow, drawing out the moment.

"That’s it, Little One," I murmur against her lips, maintaining the deliberate pace. Each thrust is measured, controlled, pushing deep then withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in. "Let me feel you. Every clench. Every pulse. Let me own you completely."

Her moans are soft sighs against my skin, but I feel the tension coiling tight within her, her inner muscles gripping me. My own control hangs by the thinnest thread, every nerve aching to slam into her, but I try to hold back.

Then she whimpers—low, desperate, utterly undone—and rolls her hips instinctively, her slick heat squeezing mejust right. My vision blurs, a red haze descending. My control cracks.

My grip tightens possessively on her waist, my breath leaving me in a sharp exhale. "Fuck," I rasp near her ear. "You feel that? Feel how good you take me? You want me to lose control, Little One?"

I try desperately to remain slow, careful, but the way she clenches around me shatters my restraint. Her nails score myback, urging me on. "Bastian— Daddy, please," she whimpers again. "Don't hold back...."

That broken plea snaps the final thread. A guttural groan tears from my throat as I give in completely, thrusting deeper, harder with raw, unbridled force.

I grip the back of her thigh, lifting it higher, angling myself for maximum depth, burying myself to the hilt. "You want it rough, Little One?" I growl against her ear, driving into her with desperate, unrelenting thrusts.

I slam into her again and again, hard and relentless, our sweat-slick skin slapping together, the headboard banging a frantic rhythm against the wall. I want her to feel every savage inch, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.

"You’re mine," I rasp between punishing thrusts. "Hear me?"

Her body clenches violently around me as another orgasm rips through her. I feel her inner walls fluttering uncontrollably as she gasps and sobs my name, completely wrecked beneath me.

"That’s it, Little One," I growl, matching her intensity, gripping her hips tighter as I fuck her ruthlessly through it, her pleasure spilling over. Her nails dig sharply into my shoulders, incoherent moans turning into desperate cries, her body trying to milk my cock mercilessly as she comeshard, shaking apart.

My own climax building with unbearable pressure, my cock throbbing as her body grips me like a vice. My thrusts turn wild, primal, desperate. She's so fucking tight, so impossibly perfect. I can’t hold back.

"Fuck, Lila—that's it," I growl, driving into her harder, faster, chasing my own release as she pulses frantically around me.

"Bastian—" Her voice is broken, breathless. The way she sobs my name shatters me. With one final, guttural roar, I bury myself to the hilt, my hips stuttering uncontrollably as blinding pleasure crashes over me, spilling my thick seed deep inside her welcoming heat.

Silence falls, broken only by our harsh breathing. Then it hits me, I'm raw inside her, buried deep, my hot cum filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. My breath stalls. Logic screams I should have pulled out. Should have shown more control, even in losing it again.

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