Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick c**k stretching me perfectly.
The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us.
Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them.
He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.”
I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his c**k inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just s*x. It felt like something older and something hungry.
He finally began to move, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me.
Not fast. Not rough. Deep and deliberate, like he was savoring every
