Chapter 257 Last dance 3

Chapter 257 Last dance 3
chapter 257: Last dance 3

milo pov

“Fuck”

Damon and i moaned at the same time, as I felt him breach my entrance.

The feeling of Damon filling me completely stole every coherent thought from my mind.

"Oh Goddess," I gasped, my fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as he hit home, the overwhelming sensation of being claimed ran through me like electric shock. He was impossibly deep. My toes curled up in pain and pleasure as I tried to get used to being impaled by his big cock.

Damon stilled for a moment, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, his breathing ragged against my back. I could feel him trembling with the effort of holding back, giving me time to adjust.

But I didn't need time, I have waited months already,

"Move," I demanded, pushing back against him. "Damon, please, I need you to move."

A growl rumbled from his chest, primal and possessive. "As you wish, my mate."

Then he pulled back and thrust forward again, harder this time, and I cried out at the perfect angle, the way he hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"Yes," I moaned. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Damon didn't need to be told twice. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine with enough force that the headboard began hitting the wall. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, claiming me in the most primal way possible.

"You feel incredible," Damon groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect. Made for me."

I could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation that was running through me. Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mixing with mine, doubling the intensity until I didn't know where I ended and he began.

His hand slid up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest lowered to the bed, changing the angle of his thrust completely. The new position made him go even deeper than before. I screamed his name.

"That's it," Damon praised, his pace never faltering. "Let everyone in this castle know who's making you feel this good. Let them hear their king claiming his mate."

The thought should have embarrassed me, but instead it sent a fresh wave of arousal through my body. My spent cock was already hardening again, trapped between my body and the sheets, the friction adding another layer of stimulation.

"Harder," I begged shamelessly. "Goddess, Damon, harder."

He complied immediately, as if he had been waiting for me to give the word. His thrust became faster and more precise, hitting at the right spots all over and over again with powerful thrusts that I had to brace myself against the headboard to keep from being driven forward. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with our desperate moans and gasps.

"Look at yourself," Damon commanded, and I realized he meant the mirror.

I lifted my head, my eyes finding our reflection. The sight nearly undid me completely… Damon behind me, his powerful body glistening with sweat, muscles flexing as he plowed me from behind. And me beneath him, completely wrecked, my silver hair disheveled, my face flushed with pleasure, my mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

"See how beautiful you are like this?" Damon asked, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "Taking everything I give you, just Perfect."

His hand wrapped around my length, stroking in time with his thrusts, and I nearly sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"I can't… it's too much…" I gasped.

"Yes, you can," Damon insisted. "You are strong enough now. You can take it all."

He was right. Before, this intensity would have been too much, would have pushed past pleasure into pain. But now, with my newfound power, I could match him. Could take everything he had to give and beg for more without collapsing in exhaustion.

"More," I whimpered, proving my own point. "Give me more."

Damon's answering groan was pure satisfaction. His free hand gripped my hip bruisingly tight, raising my lower back up from the ground, leaving me suspended in the air with only my hands offering support, while he pounds away like a crazed dog.

“Fuck” a gasp tore through my throat. The coil of pleasure in my belly wound tighter and tighter, approaching that edge faster than I had expected. My whole body trembled, but his grip if anything tightened around my hips, refusing to let me go.

"Damon, I'm going to…I can't hold…"

"Not yet," he commanded, though his voice was strained. "Wait for me."

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting against the orgasm that wanted to crash through me. And trying to match his brutal intensity. Through the bond, I could feel Damon's pleasure mounting, and could sense him approaching his own edge.

His thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm, and I knew he was close. The same way I was ready to explode.

"Now," Damon growled. "Come for me now, Milo."

Permission granted, I let go completely. My second orgasm hit like a lightning strike, more intense than the first, tearing a scream from my throat as my whole body convulsed. My walls clenched impossibly tight around Damon's cock, and I felt him swell even larger inside me.

But before he could cum, Damon suddenly pulled out, flipping me onto my back with supernatural speed. I barely had time to register the change before he was pushing back inside, slamming all the way without any warning.

My protest quickly turned to scattered moans.

"Need to see your face," he explained roughly, his hips resuming their punishing pace. "Need to watch you fall apart."

"Damon," I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.

"Mine," he growled, lowering his head to bite at my neck, at the mating mark that connected us. "All mine."

"Yours," I agreed breathlessly. "Always yours."

His hand found my cock again, already hardening despite having just come, and I whimpered at the overstimulation.

"One more," Damon demanded. "Give me one more, baby."

"I can't…it's too much…"

"You can," he insisted, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head in a way that made me see stars. "Come on, my beautiful mate. One more for me."

His thrusts angled differently in this position, hitting that perfect spot with devastating accuracy. Combined with his hand on my cock and the overwhelming intimacy of this face-to-face position, I felt another orgasm building impossibly fast.

"That's it," Damon encouraged, watching my face intently. "I can feel you getting close. Your body's squeezing me so tight. You're going to make me…"

His words cut off in a groan as I came again, my third orgasm of the night ripping through me with enough force that I actually blacked out for a second. My vision went white, my body arching completely off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

Through the bond, I felt Damon's control finally shatter. He thrust deep one final time, his whole body going rigid as he came with a roar that was more wolf than man. Brandishing his canines that glinted even in the dim room,

I instinctively bared open my neck, and without asking,

Damon bit down hard.