Elara’s POV
Damien was still inside me, his thick c**k stretching my c*m-filled p***y as we lay on the couch. I was riding him slowly now, grinding my hips in circles, feeling every inch of him deep in my belly. My small breasts bounced gently while his strong hands gripped my ass, guiding me.
“f**k… you’re still so tight even after I filled you four times,” he growled, thrusting up hard.
I moaned like a slut, my head falling back. “More, Damien. I want you to ruin me today.”
Suddenly, a loud crash came from downstairs. Glass breaking. Then shouting.
Kael.
He had smashed the side entrance glass and was forcing his way into the building. My heart jumped with fear, but Damien’s eyes turned dark and dangerous.
“Stay here,” he said, but I shook my head.
“No. I’m not hiding anymore.”
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