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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane’s body trembled beneath him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
Damon held her down, his hands entwined with hers, pressing them into the sheets as he moved inside her, slow and unrelenting.
The air between them was thick with heat, the scent of desire clinging to their bodies.
“You’re not done,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with dark amusement.
His gaze roamed over her face, taking in the way her lashes fluttered, her lips parted as if she wanted to protest—but no words came.
She was too lost in him, in the way he filled her, in the way he refused to let her go.
Her body was exhausted, every nerve overwhelmed, but he knew she could take more. He needed her to. His hands tightened around hers as he
