Chapter 130 He wasn’t finished
IRIS
He adjusts his grip, one arm around my waist, the other slipping under my thigh to hold me open. Then he bounces me, slow at first, grinding upward with each movement, forcing his cock deeper, higher, until I scream.
He is hitting places I didn’t know existed, places that make my vision blur and my body jerk in his hold like a live wire.
“Oh my God…fuck!”
“Yeah,” he groans, lips brushing the side of my neck. “You feel that? That’s me in your guts, baby.”
I moan, completely undone, my hands flying behind my head to grip his neck, to anchor myself. But there is no saving me. Not from this.
Not from him.
He bounces me faster, harder, his cock pistoning up inside me with filthy wet sounds and the harsh slap of our skin. Every movement makes my ass jiggle against him, and I can hear his satisfaction in every ragged breath.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “The way your body takes me, look at you. Fucking pretty, messed up. Just how I like it.”
I am. I know I am. My body, my mind wrecked.
Tears prick at my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Every bounce shoves me higher, deeper, into a place where words don’t exist, only sensation.
Only him.
Damian shifts his grip again, arms tightening around me like a vice as he stops bouncing me. For a second, I think maybe he is giving me a break.
He is not.
His hips slam up from below, so fast, so hard, I choke on my own breath.
“Ah!”
The thrust knocks the sound out of me. Then another. And another. Each one brutal, precise, drilling into me from beneath as he holds me still, locked in place like a toy made just for him.
The wet slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, filthy, unrelenting, louder now, somehow. My body jolts with every thrust, thighs quivering, head lolling back against his shoulder as he pounds up into me.
“Fuck yes,” Damian hisses against my ear. “You hear that? That’s your pussy making that sound, soaking all over my cock.”
I can’t answer. My mouth hangs open, eyes roll back, the world spiraling around me as my body overloads. Drool spills from my lips, trailing down my chin as I whimper, gone in the way only he can make me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “So tight. So deep. My perfect little princess.”
Another thrust slams home, and I scream, or try to. The sound breaks off somewhere in my throat, just a cracked sob of pleasure that leaves me shaking in his arms.
“Yeah. That’s it,” he whispers, dragging his teeth across my neck. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I whimper, nodding frantically, everything inside me winding tight, desperate.
“You gonna come all over this cock while I fuck you like this?” he says. “You gonna fall apart like my good girl?”
“Yes, Darian…please…I…”
“That’s it. Let go. Let me have it.”
And then it hits.
A blinding, soul-crushing wave that tears through me with no mercy, no warning beyond the wild, desperate pounding of my heart.
“Oh-oh my God!”
My body locks up, back arching violently against his chest, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
My vision whites out. My legs kick uselessly in the air. My throat is raw from the scream that didn’t fully make it out.
I come, hard.
Clenching around him in rhythmic, pulsing spasms that wouldn’t stop, wouldn't let me go. It feels like I am splitting apart, unraveling from the inside out, as if my body can’t hold the pleasure pouring through it.
“Fuck yes,” Damian groans, still pounding up into me. “Just like that. Look at you, losing your fucking mind on my cock.”
My hands claw at nothing, muscles seizing and twitching. I sag forward, but he doesn’t let me fall, he holds me up, keeps fucking me through it, hips slamming into me like he is carving the orgasm into my soul.
I cry out again, breath hitching on every exhale, the pleasure too much …too much…
“Can’t…” I gasped, tears spilling down my cheeks, “Darian I…can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he whispers dark and wicked against my neck. “You’re doing so fucking good, princess. Giving me everything.”
My head lolls, mouth open and drooling, too far gone to care, too lost in the devastation of it. Stars dance behind my eyelids.
I honestly think I might pass out.
And for a second, I want to, just to escape the sheer force of the pleasure that still grips me like a vice.
But Damian is there, grounding me, holding me tight even as he ruins me, as I break apart in his hands.
I am on my back, my hands limp by my sides.
My fingers curl weakly around the bed sheets, bunching the soft material as moans still tremble from my lips, softer now… but constant.
I can’t fucking move.
Not really. My body is spent, trembling, soaked, ruined in the best way. My thighs quiver every time I breathe. I can feel my release still slipping down one leg, warm and slick between my thighs.
Damian slowly pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss, at the sudden emptiness.
That is when I realize.
He hasn’t come.
Before I can even form a thought, he leans over me, turning me gently with his hands. I moved for him without protest, pliant, floating, boneless.
Then his lips are on mine.
Soft. Slow. So unlike the brutal pace from moments ago. He kisses me like I am something precious.
I sigh into his mouth, melting under him, my hands sliding up his chest, instinctively reaching for him.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, “Can you handle more, princess?”
Everything in my body screams no.
I should say no.
But I don’t.
Because I am not ruined enough. I want to be wrecked completely by him. My mate.
So I nod.
Breathless.
Helpless.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, that dark smirk curling at the corner of his lips.