Isabella
Damon pushed back inside again and then with a determined look on his face leaned upwards and grabbed my legs. He started to slowly thrust into me rolling his hips in the process. My eyes caught the movement and found it mesmerizing.
My eyes traced the motion of his hips as they moved upward, revealing his toned stomach, his defined tattooed chest, and then his face, which was scrunched up in concentration. His hair, usually slicked back, now cascaded forward, forming short, lush curls that framed his features with an air of rugged allure.
Damon was beautiful.
His eyes immediately met mine as soon as I thought that and he flashed a slow and dangerous smile at me through his grunts of pleasure. I stretched out my hand towards him as a sign for him to come to me and he did.
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