Chapter 82
DAMIAN'S POV
That was all I needed to hear.
I switched from the slow, teasing grind to a hard, deep thrust, burying myself in her all at once. She cried out, a sound of pure relief and pleasure that vibrated through both of us.
I started to pound into her, setting a fast, punishing rhythm that slammed her against the door with every drive of my hips.
My hand moved from her stomach, my fingers wrapping firmly around the column of her throat, not to hurt, but to feel her pulse hammering against my palm.
I dragged my tongue up the delicate shell of her ear, then closed my lips around the lobe and sucked (slow and wet and filthy) until she shivered hard against me.
“Louder, baby,” I commanded, my voice a rough whisper against her skin as I sucked again, harder this time, pulling a little whimper from her lips.
Her moans and cries filled the suite, a symphony of pleasure that I knew would be torture for the man weeping softly in the room behind that very door.
I could hear Henry’s broken sobs, but her sweet, melodic moans of pleasure drowned him out completely.
My hand snaked upwards, grabbed her breast through the dress, and squeezed hard.
I rolled her rock-hard nipple between my fingers as I continued pounding into her, my hips snapping with zero mercy.
Every thrust slammed her into the door, the wood creaking, and her moans turning into raw, desperate cries.
“Tell me again,” I snarled, my hand tightening harder around her throat from behind, while the other kept kneading her breast.m
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You—Damian—fuck—It belongs to you!” she choked out, gasping.
I freed her throat and spanked her ass so hard the crack echoed.
“Louder, baby." I bite her ear softly.
"Let the whole house hear whose cock has you screaming like a fucking bitch.”
“This pussy belongs to you, Damian. ONLY YOU!” she screamed, loud and raw.
I rewarded her.
I fucked her harder, deeper, the door shaking like it might splinter, her slick dripping down her thighs and staining my slacks.
“Tell me what you want, Peony.”
“Give it to me, Damian! Harder… faster, please. I want to feel you for days—”
I gave her everything, my cock dragging against every sensitive spot until she was babbling nonsense.
I reached around, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I started rubbing the bud in slow, filthy circles that had her oozing fresh juices around my cock.
“Tell me,” I grunted, my hips pistoning against her.
“Has your pathetic ex-husband ever fucked you like this?”
“No!” she cried, her nails digging into the wood.
“Never… God, never like this…”
“Does he know you take cock like a fucking goddess?” I snarled, my thrusts growing more animalistic as I chased the coiling tightness in my gut.
“No… only you… Damian, only you…”
“Good girl,” I praised, my hand coming down in a sharp, stinging smack on her ass.
She jolted against me, a sharp cry of surprise melting into a deeper moan.
“My good girl,” I snarled against her ear. “Cum for me. Now.”
The command, the heat, and the sheer overwhelming possession tipped her over the edge.
Her whole body seized, and her inner walls clenched around me so tight I saw stars.
She screamed into the door as her thick, creamy juices gushed around my cock in the most obscene way.
I looked down between us, watching it dripped down my shaft and coating my balls.
Holy fuck.
The sight and feel of her shattering was my undoing.
With a final, deep grind, I followed her, my own release roaring through me as I spilled inside her with a guttural roar.
My hips jerked through every pulse, filling her until it leaked down her thighs.
For a long moment, I didn’t move. I just stayed balls deep inside her, holding her trembling body tightly against me as we both fought for air.
“That was crazy,” I breathed into her skin, my chest tightening with an intense feeling of pure joy and love.
I pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her sweat-dampened neck and shoulder.
Slowly, I pulled out, then turned her gently in my arms to face me. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, and her expression one of utterly sated exhaustion.
A smug, satisfied smile touched my lips as I brushed her hair from her forehead.
“I love you so much, Cindy,” I whispered against her swollen lips.
“Every fucking inch of you. Always.”
She smiled, melting into me, boneless and glowing with satisfaction.
I tucked myself away and smoothed her dress down like I hadn’t just wrecked her against a door.
“Come on now, Sheriff,” I grunted as I scooped her up in bridal style.
Her arms looped around my neck, head dropping to my shoulder like a queen surrendering her crown to the only man she trusts to carry it.
“Let's take this to the room. The night is still damn young.”
She laughed, a husky little “Damian…” slipping out as I carried her out of the suite.
Behind us, Henry was still sobbing on the other side, quiet and broken.
An evil smirk graced my face.
Good. Very Good.
He’d remember the sound of her coming on my cock for the rest of his miserable life.