My body was wrecked.
Used, filled, trembling. My skin burned with the sting of his hands, my throat raw from screaming his name. I should’ve been spent, collapsed, but Damien wasn’t done with me. He never was.
He yanked me off the floor by my hair, dragging me upright until I was forced to look into his glowing eyes. His smirk was sharp, cruel.
“Pathetic little thing,” he murmured, thumb brushing across my spit-and-tear-streaked face. “And yet you’re still wet.”
I gasped as his fingers pushed between my thighs, sliding through the slick mess he’d left there. He held them up, glistening, before shoving them into my mouth.
“Taste it,” he ordered.
I sucked his fingers clean, shame heating my chest but arousal burning hotter. My p***y clenched just from the command.
“Good girl,” he said
