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I lean back so I can look at her, not slowing my pace. Her eyes are glassy and hooded, her face flushed, and her lips bruised from our kiss.
She looks breathtakingly beautiful, and if I could keep her this way forever, I would. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can tell she’s right there, she just needs a little more.
My lips slam against hers, our tongues duelling and dancing their very own tango, but then I break away, my mouth moving to the junction of her neck, biting.
“Damon!” she screams, her body shaking as her ass strangles my cock and she squirts all over me, pulling me over the edge with her.
Starbursts the colour of the damn rainbow ricochet behind my eyes, my body jerking as I empty out inside her sweet, tight asshole.
“Blossom, fuck,” I growl, feeling my cock pulsing, and my vision returning.
Resting my forehead on hers, I listen to our laboured breathes in the room. We don’t say anything, and I sure as shit don’t pull out. Feeling her like this feels so intimate.
It’s dangerous.
I pull back to look into her eyes, and although she looks sated, there is something clinging to the corner of her eyes. A sadness perhaps, whatever it is, I don’t like it.
Unseating myself from inside her, I stand her up and hold her waist to steady her. The urge to provide aftercare is strong, but the desire and need to find out what has that look in her eyes is stronger.
“Talk to me? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, of course not.”
“Then what has that haunting look in your eyes?” I ask, feeling the anxiety clawing at my chest.
“It’s nothing.”
“Dorothy.”
She sighs, her eyes pinning me with so much intensity.
“I saw my parents before I came here, and something my mum said has stuck with me.”
“Ok?”
“She apologised for everything, and then she said she was proud of me and loved me. I can’t remember the last time she said anything like that.”
Dottie hiccups through the last of her sentence, tearscollecting in her pretty eyes, and my heart fucking breaks for her. Drawing her into my arms, I pick her up and cradle her against my chest, planting a kiss on her forehead and walk her to the bedroom.
My girl needs me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
DOTTIE
Tears stream down my face as Damon places me on the bed. Kneeling over me, he looks me over, and I can see the worry clinging to his features. I open my mouth to soothe him, the desire strong, but he shakes his head and walks over to his luggage.
He walks back with a couple of small bottles in his hands.
“Do you have any allergies?”
I shake my head, and he nods once.
“I need you to turn around, baby, and tell me all about it while I put this arnica cream on your ass.”
“Arnica cream?”
“It will help with any pain, swelling and bruising. Now talk.”
