Don't Promise (Don't 3)

Damon crawled on top of me, rolling me to my back. He nipped my shoulder, slowly kissing my throat and neck. He took one hand and then the other, placing them at the top of the head board.

I looked in his eyes for an explanation. He rose on his knees. He quickly grabbed a pillow and tucked it under my hips then took one ankle and put it on his shoulder and then the other. The glittery shoes sparkled in the air.

He nudged his cock at my swollen pussy.

He grinned wickedly as he stretched my entrance with his crown. I had to adjust to his thickness. He made a few shallow pumps, coating himself in my honey.

I whimpered. I gripped the headboard as he slammed into me with a solid thrust.

“Oh God,” I cried. He was deep. So far inside me. I was practically lifted in the air.

He held my ankles as he surged again, this time stroking my walls in one deliciously slow thrust.

“Fuck, Molly.” His teeth gnashed at my calf. “I can go so deep like this.”

My knuckles tightened as I readjusted my hold on the bed. “Deeper,” I begged.

His cock plunged inside me like a heated rod of steel. I bolted toward him, clinging to the headboard. Nothing had ever felt like this. As if our bodies had melted together, daring me to find where I ended and he began.

His eyes bore into my gaze.

“You. Are. Mine.”

I nodded, matching his counterthrusts with everything I had. “Yours, Damon. I’m yours.”

He sank into me with a powerful thrust and the world spun into oblivion. There weren’t people in the ballroom dancing the night away. There weren’t angry family members or heart broken friends. Only us. Only the universe we made in this bed.

He kicked my ankles off his shoulders and his bare chest grazed over mine as we found a rhythm together. Our bodies slick with sweat. He kissed me, drawing the air from my lungs. I clawed at his back, climbing him, desperate to tie us together forever.

His fingers curled over top of mine on the bed. It gave him resistance to bury his cock deeper.

“Ohh,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” he growled in my ear.

We were reckless with our lust for each other. Our thirst for each other made us greedy. He pumped forcefully inside me as I sucked and nipped at his edible lips.

“I love you, Molly.” He breathed heavily. “All of this tonight is because I love you.”

My orgasm usually spilled through me because of the dirty things he said. But now I was useless to control my body from the purity of his words.

I rocked into him. Clutching his cock. I wanted him to feel it. To know it.

“I love you. I love you.”

It shattered through me. A flurry of heat and electricity touched every nerve. My body was his. He had taken me. And I was never getting it back. He groaned as his final release attacked him, pulsing in my depths.

He thrust as he climaxed, filling me with his hot come.

“Oh shit.” He rolled on his side.

I kissed his shoulder. “How was my first assignment as Royal Consort?” I giggled.

He laughed loudly. “Pretty fucking perfect.” He leaned forward on

his elbow. He made a lazy circle around my navel with his fingertip.

“And the rest of the night? How do you think it went?”