Ophelia’s POV:
My entire body was tingling. My legs had long since lost all feeling, rendered useless by the sheer, relentlessness of him. I couldn't move a single inch even if I wanted to, pinned firmly to the sheets as Damon pounded into me from above. He had pulled my knees up until they were pressed against my ears, folding me in half, making sure there was no distance left between us.
Everything I could feel, see, or smell was him. He was inside me, his scent clinging to my skin. His guttural moans echoed in my ears, vibrating through my very soul.
My voice had grown hoarse, reduced to a dry rasp from how long he’d been at it. I didn't even have the energy to moan anymore; I could only gasp, my head tossing against the pillow in a rhythmic trance of pleasure and exhaustion.
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