“Why?” I asked, throwing my head back against the pillows.
“To… treat you… like a queen…”
“Damien,” I moaned, as he was finally fully seated inside of me. “This queen doesn’t want you to hold back…” I opened my eyes, looking at him, and found him looking straight back. There was something under the heat in his gaze, a kind of sadness that I didn’t fully understand.
But I knew it had no place in our bedroom, in our bed.
“Claim me, Damien,” I told him. “Take me like you always have.”
There. Those words seemed to ignite him like a firework. He looked at me for only a moment more, before he roughly grabbed my hips, held me steady, and started f*****g me the way I liked.
I clawed at the pillows, the headboard, the mattress, his back and shoulders – whatever I could hold onto.
I moaned an
