Page 157 of The Contract

I drive into her harder, faster, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that’s all hunger and heat. I drop my forehead to hers, swallowing every moan, every gasp, kissing her like I need her to breathe.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant, sucking at her lower lip before releasing her wrists and pulling away to watch her. To memorize every flushed, blissed-out inch of her.

“So tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”

She clings to me, her fingers digging into my back, her nails scraping, marking, claiming me in a way that makes me fucking wild.

“Damien, I?—”

Her breath stutters, her body tenses, and I know—she’s close.

I slide a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit—rubbing tight, fast circles—pushing her right to the edge.

“Come for me, Elena.”

Her entire body locks up, and then she’s falling, crashing around me with a cry that’s all pleasure, all surrender.

Her walls clamp down on me—pulsing, milking me—and it shoves me right over with her.

I bury my face against her neck, groaning as my release slams through me, pleasure detonating in every nerve, my hips stuttering as I spill into her—filling her up, branding her in a way that’s fucking irreversible.

For a long moment, all I can do is breathe.

Heavy. Shattered. Wrecked.

I press my forehead to hers, my palm cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips.

“You okay, Trouble?” I murmur, my voice rough.

A slow, sated smile curves her lips. “More than okay.”

I smirk, rolling us so she’s sprawled across my chest, tangled in me, her body still humming from what we just did. My cum dripping from her tight pussy and I don’t care.

I don’t want to move a fucking inch away from her right now.

I’ll clean her in a moment. Revere her like the fucking goddess she is. But not yet.

Right now, I just want to stay in this bliss, with her.

“Good.” I kiss her temple, my arms locking tight around her. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

She giggles, soft and breathless, before tilting her head, pressing a lazy kiss to my throat.

“I’m never going to be done with you, Trouble.”

Imust be the luckiest bastard in the world.

For the second time in my life, I wake up to the most perfect dream—a dream where Elena’s warm, sinful mouth is wrapped around my cock, working me into a state of bliss that has my entire body taut with pleasure.

But this time… it feels different.

Because last night, we didn’t just fuck. We didn’t just give in to all the pent-up desire we’ve been dancing around since the moment we met.

We made love.

And now, as the first light of dawn begins filtering through the curtains, my mind is hazy, floating between the remnants of sleep and the intoxicating pleasure coursing through my veins.

The dream is so vivid—her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip of my cock, her lips stretching around me as she takes me deeper, her hand twisting in perfect rhythm with each languid stroke.

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