Page 156 of The Contract

And I snap.

I thrust into her—deep and claiming—sinking inside in one slow, torturous push.

A strangled gasp leaves her lips, her fingers clawing at my back, nails sinking into my skin as I stretch her, fill her completely.

And I feel it. Every slick, scorching inch of her wrapped around me—gripping me so fucking tight it nearly rips my sanity apart.

“Elena, Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath ragged, my body trembling with the effort to keep from slamming into her like a desperate man.

Because that’s what I am.

Desperate.

Completely undone.

I rock into her slowly, savoring the heat of her, the way she clings to me, legs wrapped tight around my waist, hands fisting in my hair.

I cup her face, forcing her to look at me, needing her to see exactly what she’s done to me.

“You feel that?” I whisper, thrusting deeper, making her moan, making her tremble. “That’s me. And you. Just us.”

She whimpers, her lips parting, her nails dragging down my back. “Damien?—”

I swallow her plea with my mouth, kissing her like I want to drown in her.

Because I do.

Because for the first time in my life, I feel something I never have before.

Something dangerous.

Something that feels a hell of a lot like mine.

Elena is all around me, her body a furnace of silk and fire, her nails sinking into my shoulders, her lips parting with gasps that drive me fucking insane.

Holding both wrists above her head, I pull back just enough to watch her, to see every inch of her unravel beneath me—bare and willing and all fucking mine.

“Look at you, baby,” I rasp, thrusting deeper—slow and deliberate.

A choked moan spills from her lips, her head tilting back against the pillows, her spine arching, offering herself up like a goddamn sacrifice.

I take it, my mouth trailing over her throat, down to the swells of her breasts. I suck a hardened peak into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp before soothing the sting with my tongue.

“More,” she breathes, her hips rolling up, chasing the friction, her body moving with mine like we were made for this, like we’ve been waiting for this moment our whole fucking lives.

I smirk against her skin, dragging my tongue to her other breast, my teeth grazing her nipple before I lift my head and meet her gaze.

“More?” I murmur, grinding into her, letting her feel every thick, pulsing inch of me stretching her. “How much more, baby? Tell me.”

Her hazel eyes, glassy with pleasure, lock onto mine. “Don’t hold back.”

A deep, growl escapes me—something raw and primal—because fuck, she has no idea what she’s asking for.

I grip the back of her thigh, hitching her leg higher over my hip, opening her up wider, burying myself so deep she cries out.

“Damien—”

“That’s it,” I groan, watching her fall apart beneath me, her body clenching around me, her breathy whimpers turning to desperate pleas. “Our night is just beginning, Trouble.”

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