Page 155 of The Contract

And I know?—

I’m so fucking gone for this woman.

She’s underneath me, bare and breathtaking, her body soft and pliant against mine, her skin still flushed from the way I’ve already worshipped her tonight. The scent of her lingers on my lips, the taste of her still thick on my tongue, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

I breathe her in, willing myself to take this slow, to drag out every second of having her like this. My hand moves on instinct, reaching for the drawer beside the bed, my fingers brushing over the condoms inside.

She stops me. “No, Damien.”

Her hands wrap around my wrist—gentle but firm—her touch sending a slow shockwave through me.

My brows pull together, my breath uneven. “What’s wrong?”

Elena doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulls me back down, her legs parting beneath me, her body arching to meet mine.

Her hand slides between us, wrapping around my dick and I release a sigh. Closing my eyes, I feel her touch on me.

“I’m on birth control.” She guides my fingers to her mouth, parting her lips and sucking me in. Her tongue moves around my fingers, between them, tasting herself on me.

And fuck, it makes my cock pulse in her hand.

She squeezes and slides her hand up my shaft, gripping the head of my dick, massaging me.

“We both know we’re clean.”

Her eyes find mine in the dim light—steady and deliberate.

“No barriers,” she whispers. “I don’t want anything between us, Damien.”

The world tilts. She keeps working my cock. My hips thrust into her touch and I’m fucking wasting away in her hands.

My pulse slams in my throat, my entire body tight with restraint. She’s looking at me like this is a choice—one she’s already made.

Never in my fucking life have I fucked a bare pussy.

I could never take the chance. But with her?—

“Elena,” I pant her name as she strokes me. I could come from this alone, the thought of sliding my dick along the warmth of her pussy.

Its enough to nearly make me explode into her palm.

“This isn’t the contract, Wolfie.”

Her grin is pure sex, and fuck if I don’t think about sticking my cock between those wet lips and fucking her until I pour down her throat.

She runs her tongue along my mouth. “This is just us, baby.”

Her legs tighten around me, and her hand never stops gliding up and down my length, squeezing me and twisting as she goes.

She’s giving me everything.

And fuck—I'm going to take it.

“Let me feel you, Damien.”

A guttural growl rumbles from my chest as I capture her lips, devouring her with the kind of hunger I can’t hold back anymore. My hands slide down her body, gripping her hips as I position myself, the head of my cock teasing her entrance—slick and hot—every muscle in my body pulled so tight I might fucking break.

“Are you sur—” I try to ask her one last time, one last moment of control, but she doesn’t let me. She shifts, tilting her hips, giving me her answer.

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