Page 136 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I blinked in a daze.Did I call out Damon’s name?

My thoughts, everything, were a jumbled mass of sensory overload.

Then Damon moved over me, his face coming into view. He settled himself above me, his forearms bracketing most of his weight to keep from crushing me. I felt him grasp himself, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. His mouth captured my own, the kiss building in passionate fervor. His tongue plunged into my mouth as he growled. A sob tore past my lips. I threaded my fingers through his hair, fisting the back of his head and bringing him closer to me.

Then he pushed forward an inch. The feeling of fullness settled low in my abdomen, a delicious tingle. He pressed forward more. A sharp pang hit me. I paused, a sharp breath snaked from my lips. Damon, ever tender, peppered my forehead with kisses. He paused, waiting for me to adjust to him. Damon patted my hip, letting me set the pace. As I melted back under him, he slipped deeper. He spread my left thigh wider, driving deeper, rocking further in. Never too fast to cause more than a tremor of pain—my mate.

I gasped as, in one more thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his pelvis brushing against mine.

“Oh… my…gawd,” I whimpered in desire. “You’re so… so thick.”

“You’ll adjust, darling.”

Damon watched my face as I wiggled beneath him—the delectable fullness of him causing heat to blossom through my insides. His own brow furrowed as a wave of pleasure rippled through the both of us—for we were one. A soft smile touched his lips. “Damn, Sasha,” he whispered.

I shifted my hips, bucking. “Take me, Damon. Make me yours.”

Damon moved inside me. He rocked a few tentative motions, watching my features for pain. My lips thinned. The pressure was there, but the pleasure evaded.

“More,” I said. “Go harder.”

“You’re not ready.” He growled as he slowed his thrusts. His muscles trembled with restraint.

With the bite of my claws just prickling his back, I said, “I don’t want you to hold back, Damon. Please make love to me. I want to accept you—all of you.” My eyes implored him.

Damon stilled, a look of awe washing over his face. Then, as if he’d bridled himself, he let go—the leash slipping.

He sank into me, the bed rocking under his strength. Pleasure whipped through me and I cried out. I dug my claws into his back, riding the storm. Our bodies writhed together, sweat slicked our skin, our panting colored the air as we moved as one. I slammed my hips upward against him, taking him in deeper, my screams reaching a crescendo. Damon grabbed hold of my knee and spread my thighs apart further, going deeper with another powerful thrust.

“Ah, Damon, yes! There, right there!”

Again and again he pounded into me, his claws out but never nicking my skin. His fangs bared as sheer bliss rippled along his spine. He dropped his head, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“Sasha, I—” He gave another thrust. “Damn. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I let him carry on as he whispered sweet nonsense. How I was beautiful, made for him, the mate he never knew he needed. How the gods had blessed him with me.

A rippling swell of pleasure crested. I moaned as it hit deep in my abdomen, growing and building like an eruption ready to break.

“Ah, yes! I’m so close, Damon, so close.”

“Sasha, darling,” Damon said, panting. A grunt followed.

The swell rose like a tidal wave. I moaned and writhed, chasing that fissure of ecstasy right above the horizon. The stars burst. My spine snapped back, and a scream tore from me as my channel clenched around the girth of Damon. He trembled, his thrusts growing more rapid before he gave one final buck and shouted his pleasure to the world. A stream of warmth funneled deep into me. I shook as desire encircled me, dragged me under. Damon gave one final shudder, then he slumped over me, his weight a delicious thing. Though he still had the strength to prop himself up somewhat in order not to crush me.

Our panting mingled, warming the air—filling the room.

We were one. And that night, our souls aligned.

CHAPTER TWENTY: NEGOTIATIONS

DAMON

Icracked my eyes open against a shaft of light that filtered in through the window. The surrounding scents were not of my room back in Stoneclaw territory. Instead, peaches and cream filled my nostrils, the smell all around… Sasha.

A warm mass pressed against my front. I dropped my gaze. A mass of wild curls tickled my nose. Sasha. The memories rushed back. Our intense love making. Our mating.

Pride swelled in my chest, my heart so full it threatened to bleed out. I tightened my hold on my mate. Sasha let out a contented sigh as she burrowed deeper into my chest.

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