Page 76 of Lethal Devotion
He breaks the kiss, looking down at me. “How does it feel, Sienna?” he murmurs, and the sound of my name on his lips makes my heart leap.
“It feels—” I let out a breath, shifting my hips against his. He groans, his forehead pressed to mine as he holds himself there. “Full.Good. Like I need more?—”
“Are you ready for me to move?” A fine trembling runs through his muscles, and I realize how much effort it’s taking for him to stay still, to not let go and fuck me the way he wants to.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yes,please?—”
“Fuck.” He swallows hard. “Don’t beg me to fuck you,dorogoy. I’ll come before I’m ready to.” His hips tense, his muscles flexing. “I want you to come on my cock before I do.”
My pulse stutters and races. I arch up, my breast brushing against his chest, and I wrap one hand around the back of his neck as I feel him start to slide out of me, slowly, inch by inch.
He sinks back into me again, just as slowly. His entire body is trembling, and I cling to him, wanting more, wanting him to go faster, but I know he won’t.Slow, he said, and the part of me that has some self-preservation knows that he needs to, but I want to find out what it would feel like for him to fuck me the way I know he wants to.
Damian keeps up that pace, torturously slow, until I’m shaking beneath him, whimpering and moaning with pleasure, my nails clawing at his skin. And then, at long last, when I think he can’t take it any longer either, he begins to thrust in long strokes, sinking into me again and again as the pleasure builds.
I tighten around him, and he groans. “Yes, dikaya koshka, come for me. Come on my cock.Fuck?—”
The climax hits me, my entire body arching and shuddering as I come on his length, clenching around him as my nails dig into his skin. His hips jerk, sinking himself into me with a harder thrust than before, and I feel my eyes roll back with the pleasure as his arm slides beneath me and he clutches me to him just as I feel his cock go impossibly hard inside of me.
“I’m going to,fuck, I?—”
He starts to pull out. I feel his hips draw back, and I lock my legs around him, begging him to stay inside of me. “No, Damian,please.” I’m breathless, gasping through my own orgasm. “Come inside of me, please?—”
His entire body shudders, one hand clutching at the pillow beside my head as his own drops forward, and the groan that I hear seems to come from the very depths of his soul. A rough curse spills from his lips as his hips jerk forward, lodging him inside of me as deeply as he can go, and I feel the first hot spurt of his cum as he throbs inside of me, moans of pleasure spilling from his lips.
“Dorogoy, zhena, Sienna—” He groans, thrusting shallowly inside of me as I feel him spurt again and again, his muscles tight and flexing as he comes hard.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dropping his head to kiss me as I feel him twitch inside of me. “Fuck,zhena, that was?—”
“Incredible,” I finish, my voice a hoarse whisper against his mouth. “I don’t… I don’t want it to end.”
“Don’t worry.” His lips brush against mine again. “I’ll be ready to go again before too long. If—” He pauses, looking down at me with some worry. “If you can take it. I don’t want to hurt you,milaya devochka?—”
“I’m fine,” I whisper with a short laugh, pulling him back down to me. “Better than fine.”
“As am I.” He eases out of me, slowly, rolling to one side and bringing me with him. He holds me against his broad chest, his nosebrushing against my hair as his hand drapes between my breasts. “God, you felt like fucking heaven.”
“You weren’t at all like I expected.” I look up at him teasingly, and see his brow instantly wrinkle in a frown.
“What does that mean?”
I realize with a start that I might have offended him. “I just mean—” I squirm a little, turning in his arms so that I can see his face better. “The girls at the club used to talk about you.”
His eyebrows shoot up in clear surprise. “About me?”
I nod. “They were all scared of you, but a few of them had pretty bad crushes on you, too. One of them, Carmen, said you fucked her.”
His eyes narrow. “Did she, now?”
I swallow hard, feeling a thread of jealousy start to wind its way through my veins. With everything going on, I honestly hadn’t thought about Carmen much, but now that I am…
I hate the thought of her with him, of him inside of her, fucking her like she said he did… fucking her at all. I hate the thought of him with anyone else, of anyone else knowing the sounds that he makes when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, the movements of his body, the expression on his face when he comes. Those things should bemine, and I hate the thought that anyone else has them.
“She said you were…” I bite my lip. “Rough. Like a beast. That you threw her over the couch and fucked her so hard from behind that she had to go home from how sore she was. She said she could barely walk after?—”
“I never touched her.” Damian cuts me off, and the relief I feel almost makes me giddy. I’m a little ashamed of it—he wasn’t mine then, and I’m not sure that he is now, but the knowledge that Carmen was lying makes me soften against him, relaxing into his arms. “Whatever stories she told, she made them up. I never fucked anyone at the Hibiscus.”
“No?” I look at him curiously, and he shakes his head.
