One hand covered my mouth, and I looked over at him with wide eyes, shaking my head.
“One more,” he said.
I let out a small whimper.
He nodded. “Yes. One more. Come for me, pet. Show me what I do to you.”
Damien watched me with dark, twisted eyes as his fingers moved down to my back end.
The muscles there clenched from his intrusion. He leaned down and spat on it.
I lost my breath.
I didn’t know why that little move affected me so badly, but it did.
He smeared his spit over me, wetting my tight passage.
Two fingers slid inside easily.
He moved them slowly at first, building my arousal, before quickening his pace.
I closed my eyes. He moved faster.
“Please, Damien,” I cried.
“Come,” he said between gritted teeth.
I let out a small cry and twisted my head from side to side.
He moved his fingers more forcefully inside of me and simultaneously used his other hand on my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves roughly in circles.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, closing my eyes just as I shot off, unable to control myself, drenching the sheet beneath me.
Distantly, I heard him release a small curse before gently pulling out of me, and my legs twitched a little from the feeling.
He climbed off the bed. I was too tired to see what he was doing. I was still trying to catch my breath. My limbs didn’t feel like my own, and my heart was beating too fast, too erratically, as I tried to get my breathing under control.
I could hear the faucet turn on in the bathroom, and he came back moments later. I peeked one eye open and watched him. He had a wet cloth in one hand.
He got back into bed with me and gently used the cloth between my legs.
I let out a broken gasp but didn’t stop him.
He cleaned me, and how thorough he was, his eyes glinting with something dark.
Finally, he threw the cloth somewhere on the floor behind him and lay back down on the bed, pulling me on top of his warm body. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped myself around him, seeking comfort, and I …
I finally broke down.
Perhaps it was the earth-shattering orgasms.
Or maybe because I was shot three days ago, and I finally admitted to myself what a traumatic experience that was.
Or maybe because Mikhail was back to ignoring me after he fed me dinner last night, and I didn’t even know why.
Or probably because we were in a stranger’s house, and Melinda was vicious to me the night before, and no matter how badly I wished I was strong, I didn’t know how to handle her.
Whatever it was, I broke down in Damien’s arms.