I barely had time to catch my breath before Damien's hands were on me again. He pushed me back into the bed, then leaned over me, his mouth brushing my ear.
“There are no words to explain how beautiful you look right now.”
His eyes ran over my exposed breast.
“You're mine. Every inch of you. Your pretty mouth belongs to me,”
As he spoke, his hands tightened around my throat. His other hand ran over my n****e, tweaking it with his fingers.
A shiver ran through me, “Yes…I'm yours,” I said. It was a half moan, half confession.
I was barely breathing from the previous round but Damian was not tired yet.
Not that I was complaining though.
Infact, his bed skills was one of the things that made me fall in love with him.
I loved a man that could wear me out.
“I love you, Damien.”
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