I lay there on the marital bed, a trembling, c*m-soaked wreck. My p***y was gaping, red, and overflowing with Damien’s thick seed. The sheets beneath me were ruined, stained with our sin. My body ached in the most delicious, filthy way, every muscle weak from the way he had destroyed me.
Damien stared down at me with dark, possessive satisfaction. He ran his fingers through the mess leaking from my cunt, pushing his c*m back inside me possessively. "Come," he said, his voice low and commanding. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me like I belonged to him.
He took me to the bathroom, the same bathroom I shared with Ethan. The same shower where I had touched myself many lonely nights, frustrated and neglected. Damien set me down gently and turned on the hot water. Steam quic
