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AUTHOR’S POV
The blanket had slipped down to her thighs, leaving her bare against him. She took a shaky breath, guiding his hard c**k to her entrance, trembling as she slowly lowered herself onto him.
He didn’t push, letting her take the lead, his hands resting gently on her waist. She moaned softly, “Damon…” as she felt him stretch her, her body adjusting to his size inch by inch.
He groaned, his fingers tightening slightly on her hips, and said,
“Talk to me, Sloane. Tell me how much you missed me, how much you wanted me.”
She paused, his c**k halfway inside her, and took a deep breath, her voice shaky but raw.
“I loved you, Damon… craved you every second. I’d lie awake thinking about you—your hands, your mouth, wanting you to f**k me until I couldn’t breathe.”
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