He climbed onto the bed, covering me with his body. We shifted until I was lying back against the pillows and he was between my spread legs. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

“You sure?” he whispered. “Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve been yours for longer than you know,” I breathed. “Please, Damien. Fuck me.”

He reached between us, lined himself up, and slowly — so slowly — pushed inside.

The stretch was everything. Burning, delicious pressure as inch after thick inch slid into me. I gasped, nails digging into his...