9
Damon
She was lying on her stomach, naked, skin flushed and still glowing from the hard f*****g we’d done a few hours ago. Her hair was messy and pillow-tousled. Her legs stretched long across the sheets. I watched the curve of her back rise and fall as she breathed. She looked calm. Owned. And still mine.
But I needed more than just the echo of her submission in my bed. I needed something lasting.
“Come here,” I said quietly.
She rolled onto her side, eyes half-lidded. “What?”
“Up.”
She sat, body slow and pliant, then got to her knees on the bed. “You’re insatiable.”
“This isn’t about sex.”
She tilted her head, a hint of a smirk on them. “That’s new.”
I stood from the edge of the bed and walked to the drawer in the black cabinet near the wall. I unlocked it and took out the bo
