DAMON’S POV
FUCK!
I stared at Gabrielle spread out like a buffet on my bed, her core dripping onto the sheets and her body trembling.
I never f****d on my bed.
I hated going to sleep with the smell of s*x on my sheets but for Gabrielle, I had made the exception.
Her legs were wide open for me, her hands cuffed, and her eyes blindfolded just how I had imagined it a million times in my head.
I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face as if that would give me back control. It didn’t. Nothing did when she looked like that—wrecked, wet, and aching.
She trusted me.
She handed herself over to me willingly.
But I knew I didn’t deserve that, I knew I didn’t deserve her. Nothing could have made me deserving of the sight in front of me.
She thought I was teasing her as a punishment
