As he spoke, he moved with a slow, agonizingly deep pressure, sliding home until there was no space left between them.
“Mmnh… Damien…”
The name broke from her lips, a fragile thread of surrender as she arched against the sheets. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper as if she could claim him in return.
He answered with a kiss that swallowed the sound, steady and relentless, until the world narrowed to heat and breath and the rhythm of them.
As he buried himself deep within her, she felt the raw, pulsing power of him—a rhythmic, relentless reclamation that made the world outside the room vanish.
Her fingers clawed into the firm muscle of his shoulders, her nails leaving crescents of red against his skin as she dragged him down, seeking the friction, the heat
