Page 63 of Hellbent
He slips two fingers inside me and curls them just right, pulling down slightly, and I break.
The orgasm rocks through me, making my vision go white, and my whole body goes taut before I shudder apart with a cry.
Damian moans with satisfaction, holding me there, mouth and fingers working me through it until I’m twitching, too sensitive to bear another second.
Finally, he pulls back, eyes dark and blown, lips glistening, chest heaving like he’s the one who just came.
He rises slowly to his feet, raking his eyes over me, and steps back just enough to yank his zipper down, shoving his coveralls off his shoulders and letting them drop to his waist. He peels hist-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the taut lines of his torso, ink tracing over muscle and skin.
He pushes the rest of his coveralls down, boxers with them, until he’s standing there fully naked—cock thick and hard and heavy. My breath catches at the sight of him, but I don’t have time to linger, because he’s back on me, his mouth claiming mine, his hands rough as they grip my thighs, spreading me open.
“Fuck, I’m so hard for you,” he rasps, rolling his cock against me, hard and thick between my legs. “That’s what you do to me.”
I whimper, hips shifting, desperate for friction, but his grip tightens.
“Hold still,” he grits out.
I swear I feel my pulse between my legs. My entire body is a live wire, strung so tight it’s almost unbearable.
“Please—”
“Shhh.” His thumb trails over my bottom lip. “You want this cock, baby?”
I nod, eager but speechless.
“Then beg.” His lips curve. “Like a good girl. Let me hear it.”
I almost whimper. This is a bossy, more dominant side of Damian than I’ve seen before, andfuck—it undoes me. The steel in his voice, the command in his eyes…it makes me want to give him exactly what he’s asking for.
“Now.” Low. Impatient.
My voice is just a tremble when it comes out. “Damian, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s right.” Hunger flashes in his eyes. His hand grips my throat harder. “Say it again. Beg me.”
“Please.” My voice trembles with my desperation. “Please fuck me, Damian. I need you inside of me. I need your cock.”
He hums with appreciation. “Oh, that’s good,” he murmurs. “That’s a very good girl. You deserve my fucking cock.”
And then—he gives it to me.
One long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt, stretching me open, making me feel every inch of him. I gasp and he lifts his hand to my neck again, pressing his fingers into my skin like he wants to hold me right at the edge of this moment, right at the peak of that first overwhelming stretch.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, forehead pressing to mine, like he’s barely keeping himself together. “You feel so fucking good.”
My fingers claw at his back, nails digging in. He moves slowly at first, sinking all the way in before pulling all the way out, and I completely lose myself from the intensity of it—back arching, breath huffing. My head rolls back as my chest heaves.
“Look at me,” he orders. “Keep your eyes on me.”
My eyes snap to his, my breath panting, and he thrusts hard and deep, making me cry out. The fingers of one hand dig into my throat, the other laces roughly through my hair, tugging just enough to keep my head tilted back as he pumps, dragging pleasure out of me.
My body clenches tight, my muscles locking around him, and his grip crushes as he groans into my mouth. “I wanna feel you come on my cock, princess.”
He releases my hair, slips his fingers between my legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles against my clit.
