Page 59 of Thawed Gladiator: Victor

His hands slide under me, cupping my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth. He growls again; the sound vibrating through me, intensifying every sensation. I can feel the pressure building, the coil tightening. I’m close. So close.

But Damian has other plans. He pulls back, his lips glistening with my desire. I whimper in protest, but he just smiles, that infuriatingly sexy smile that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing—and enjoys driving me to the edge of distraction.

“Not yet,Domina,”he says with a smirk, his voice a low rumble. “Not until I’m inside you. And that won’t be for a while.”

He licks his lips, the look on his face filled with lust. “What do you want, myDomina? Tell me what you desire.”

His words send a jolt of electricity through me. I guide his hand to my breast, my voice barely a whisper. “Touch me, Damian. Everywhere.Own me.”

His eyes flare and he gasps at my demand… then he launches into action as his fingers skim over sensitive skin, tracing the curve of my breast before his hand cups it fully.

“Mine.”

His thumb circles my nipple, teasing it to a taut peak. A soft moan escapes my lips as he lowers his head, capturing the bud in his mouth. His tongue swirls, his teeth graze, and every tug sends a pulse of pleasure straight between my legs.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” I murmur, arching into his touch. His other hand finds my neglected breast, lavishing it with the same attention. The dual sensation is almost too much, sending my heart racing and my breath coming in short gasps.

“And now?” he asks, his breath hot against my skin. “What else do you want,Domina?”

I grasp at his shoulders, pulling him up to meet my gaze. “Kiss me,” I command, my voice laced with desperation.

His mouth claims mine, hungry and demanding. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as his tongue invades, tangling with mine. The kiss is passionate, full of unspoken promises and shared desires.

When he pulls away, he breathes, “Mine. All mine,” with a passion that’s almost feral.

“Damian,” I breathe out, breaking away only to be consumed by his intense gaze. “I want you. All of you.”

A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face, and he shifts, positioning himself between my legs. But instead of giving me what I crave, he leans down only far enough for his tongue to trace a path from my breastbone down to my navel.

“Not yet,Domina,” he murmurs against my skin.

“You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?” I ask, desperate. His tactics are driving me wild, but I’m loving every moment of this delicious torture.

He looks up at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Perhaps. But only because I want to hear you say it. I want to know what you want,Domina. In detail.”

I bite my lip, considering his challenge. If he wants detail, I’ll give him detail. “I want you, Damian. I want to feel you inside me, filling me completely. I want to feel your weight on top of me, your body moving against mine. I want to hear your excitement as you take your fill of me. I want to feel your heart pounding against my chest as you claim me, as you make me yours.”

His eyes darken, his pupils dilating with desire. He moves up my body, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I can feel his hardness pressed against my entrance, so close, yet so far. I wriggle my hips, trying to draw him in, but he pulls back, a wicked smile on his lips.

“More,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Tell me more.”

I moan, a sound of pure frustration. But I comply, my voice a husky whisper. “I want to feel your hands on my hips, guiding me, controlling me. I want to feel your mouth on my neck, my breasts, my lips. I want to taste your sweat, to hear your groans, to feel your pleasure.”

He rewards me with a slow, sensual thrust, just the tip, enough to make me gasp and arch my back. But he withdraws just as slowly, leaving me bereft.

“Damian,” I whimper, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Please. Fuck me.”

He looks into my eyes, his gaze intense, searching. Whatever he sees there seems to satisfy him, because he leans down, his lips brushing against mine as he whispers, “As you command,Domina.”

And then, finally, he sinks into me. The sensation is exquisite. The slow, powerful stretch and burn is the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt. I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as he fills me to the hilt.

He stills for a moment, our bodies joined, as he allows me to adjust to his size, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync. I can feel every inch of him, hot and hard inside me. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Maya,” he whispers, his voice strained with desire and reverence. “Being inside you is like a trip to Elysium.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Move, Damian,” I whisper. “Please.”

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