Page 73 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

I need to move.

To fill her.

To mark her as mine.

Biting my lips to keep from groaning, I hold her hips steady and slowly pull out to the tip. As she starts to stir, I push back in, using my grip on her hips to guide the movement. Her hand finds mine, and she squeezes.

“There’s my angel. Waking up for my cock like a good slut.” She arches her back and gasps as I grind into her.

Now that she’s awake, I don’t hold back. I can’t. My thrusts are rough. Erratic. My hands are everywhere. Biting into her hips, molding her body to mine. Incoherent moans mix with the sound of skin slapping against skin. It’s music to my ears.

“I need to fill you, baby. You’re mine, you know that right?” I drive into her as I let spill every one of my obsessive thoughts. “I’ll fucking watch you wherever you are. Have cameras on you. Kill anyone who looks at you.”

She hums in response, sending me into a damn frenzy. Releasing those thoughts into the open air feels almost as good as coming. It’s a release I desperately needed, only I didn’t know it until this moment.

Unable to suppress my madness, I pull out, flip her onto her stomach and spread her wide, burying my face in her slick pussy. Her taste and the way she responds drives me wild. I lap at her entrance, gliding my tongue to her swollen clit.

“Oh my God, right there.” She juts her hips higher, shamelessly grinding her greedy pussy against my lips until she’s shaking and moaning my name.

I slide up her body and plunge into her again, hissing at the way she chokes my cock. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, Blake. Feel what you do to me. How you drive me crazy.”

Ragged exhales leave my lips as I relentlessly pound into her. My eyes are half-lidded, clouded by ecstasy, but watching the way her body takes me, stretches for my thickness, demanding to be filled, is an out of body experience.

Hoarse moans fill the room, I’m so fucking gone, I don’t know if they’re coming from me or Blake. “Fuck, baby, rub your clit. Come for me.”

Tingles run the length of my spine and my balls draw in tight. I’m so fucking close to shooting every drop inside Blake. I push her body into the mattress, locking onto the back of her neck as she quivers beneath me, pushing me over the edge. With a guttural moan, I still, coming inside her while her walls pulse around me.

I’m so goddamn spent that my vision blurs at the edges.

Keeping my cock inside, I roll us both back to our sides and crush Blake against my chest. She’s trembling and breathing heavily but manages a hushed laugh. “What the hell was that?”

“I think you know what that was.” I trail my fingers over the curve of her waist, tucking in closer.

“Damon?” Her hand covers mine and she brings it to her lips, kissing the center of my palm. “Are you going to stay inside me again?”

“You’re asking questions you already know the answer to, Angel.”

It’s the only way I’ll get any sleep tonight. Our breathing slows, and I feel myself drifting as Blake whispers, “Did you mean what you said?”

“Remember when we first met? What’s one of the first things I told you?” I shift, feeling myself grow stiff again.

“That’s a loaded question.”

Brat.

“I told you I always keep my word. I choose my words carefully and always mean what I say.” She’s quiet again, so I add, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m trying to decide who’s more messed up: you for all the things you said or me for loving it.”

I let out a slow, sleepy laugh. “We’re cut from the same mold, baby. Your light dances with my darkness to create the perfect shade of gray. There’s nothing messed up about residing there in the in-between. The difference between us and all the other miserable souls out there is that we’re not afraid.”

“I guess when you put it that way, you’re not wrong,” she says, sounding as drowsy as I feel. “But I don’t know if you’re right either.”

“I’ll show you how right I am,” I say, brushing a kiss below her earlobe. As tired as I feel, I’m not done with Blake this morning, not that I’ll ever be.

By the time we crash, it’s mid-afternoon and I’ve almost forgotten about the tragedy of the previous day.Almost.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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