Page 95 of The Prince of Power

I begin pushing myself inside her. She’s so tight and hot that sparks shoot through me in sudden, electric bursts. Sweat breaks out over my face.

When I’m halfway inside, she winces. My whole body grows still. “Does it hurt, precious girl?”

She shakes her head. “It’s just kind of…uncomfortable.”

I nod jerkily. “Let’s just stay like this, and I’ll give you time to adjust.”

“You’re trembling.”

“Yes.” I laugh breathlessly and regret it immediately. The rumble in my chest drove me farther inside her.

And I want to plunder her. Slam inside her again and again, soiling my precious angel. Grab her by the throat and tell her she’d better like my cock, because I’ll be fucking her raw with it for the rest of her days.

I can’t.

Restraint is torture, but I’ll do it. For her, I’d do anything.

I cradle her face with one hand, my thumb stroking her cheek as I ease farther inside, inch by agonizing inch. My breath comes in short, rapid bursts.

With one last push, I’m fully inside, and I let out a growl. “Look at you, taking my whole cock.” I kiss her on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

When I lift up on my elbows to look at her, she’s smiling stiffly. She’s in pain, and oh fuck, I wish I could kiss it all away.

“And I’m proud of you,” she says, “for taking…me.”

I gasp.

And then laughter rumbles from my chest. Fuck, she’s wonderful.

And she’s mine. Only mine.

“Ava St. Clair, where did you come from?”

“Ash Hollow, Nebraska.”

Tenderness squeezes my chest. I begin moving slowly within her, savoring the exquisite tightness that grips me with each gentle thrust. Her body cradles mine, as if made for this very purpose.

“You feel like heaven,” I murmur against her neck, trailing kisses along the delicate curve. “So perfect for me.”

Her fingers thread through my hair, and I capture her lips again, drinking in her soft sighs. With each careful movement, her body yields, accepting me more fully.

“My sweet Ava,” I whisper between kisses. “My precious girl.”

She arches beneath me, her body trembling as I maintain my measured pace. Her eyes meet mine, trusting and warm, sending another surge of possessiveness through me.

The primal need to claim her threatens to overwhelm me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my movements growing jerky as I struggle to maintain the gentle rhythm.

“Damian,” she says softly, her hands cupping my face. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes, finding her gaze steady on mine.

“Let go,” she whispers. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiles, a hint of that defiance I love flickering in her eyes. “I’m stronger than you think. I can take it.”

Something snaps inside me, and I begin moving with purpose, driving my hips forward with increasing force. The sound of her gasps fill the room, spurring me on as I pound into her.

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