Damien woke up engulfed by the scent of his mate, she was sleeping soundlessly on top of him, his hand in her hair. Damien was inside her, and for the life of him he didn’t want to move. She felt so good, so warm. Damien wanted her to wake up to the pounding of his c**k inside her, but he knew if she opened her eyes and found him instead of Daryl, she would reject him. He didn’t think he could handle that. He wanted to make it up to her before they got here. Damien slowly got her off him, ensuring he didn’t wake her in the process. When he got her on the bed, she whined at the loss of contact and curdled up to his side of the bed. Her long hair ran down her back beautifully, ending halfway at her ass.
His c**k hardened, wanting to pound into her. Daryl urged him to taste her, sending him
