Isabella’s throat still burned from him, raw and tender, but the ache only made her want more. Damien lay back against the pillows, golden eyes never leaving her face. His c**k stood rigid again nine thick inches, veins pulsing, slick from her mouth and their earlier mess. He didn’t speak. Just watched her without uttering any word.
She climbed over him, straddling his hips. Her knees sank into the mattress on either side of his thighs. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his shaft hot, heavy, throbbing in her grip and lined him up. The head nudged her entrance, still swollen and dripping from before.
She sank down slowly.
One long, burning inch at a time. Her lips parted on a shaky breath as he stretched her open again. The fullness was overwhelming pain and pleasure twisting
