Beautifully Broken

When Damian’s body covers mine, and I feel his hardness press against my core as he rocks his hips forward, a breath explodes from my lungs.

Damian grabs hold of my thighs, and he rubs himself against me again, his eyes locked on my face.

The air crackles around us, the moment filled with intensity, anticipation, and need.

There’s only him.

My protector.

My love.

Leaning down, his teeth tug at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. I gasp when his fingers tighten around my thighs, bunching some of the fabric of my sweatpants together. Suddenly he moves away, yanking my pants down my legs. When both his hands settle low on my abdomen, right over my panties, there’s a spike of anxiety in my chest.

My heartbeat changes, going from fast to erratic.

Damian doesn’t remove my panties but instead crawls over me again. His expression is serious as he locks eyes with me. “We need to clear one thing,” he says, and I take a breath as I try to brace myself for whatever he’s about to tell me. “We don’t do I love you’s and shit like that. The day that starts, things just go bad. We trust each other.”

Taking a deep breath, I nod.

He lowers his head and presses a kiss above my right breast. “We respect each other.” His voice is much softer when he kisses me above my left breast. “We’ll have sex.” I flush, but I keep my eyes on him as he moves to press his lips between my breasts. “And we will always…” he takes hold of my panties, and my heart explodes through my chest as he tugs the fabric down my legs, “have each other’s back.”

Damian’s mouth burns a hot trail over my breasts and down to my abdomen. Goosebumps spread over my skin, and when he comes up to cover my body with his again, I realize he’s still fully dressed.

Damn, he’s good.

I’m really starting to think he can read my mind because a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as I lay naked beneath him.

“Now that I have you where I want you,” he murmurs. The look on his face turns predatory, and it makes me want to squirm – with need. “What will I do with you?”

His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, and it sends a flash of heat through me.

God, I’m going to go up in flames just from him looking at me like that.

Damian lifts his hand to my face and brushes a single finger over my lips, then down my neck and over my breast.

My body starts to quiver with want, and I feel no fear.

He continues down to my stomach, I close my eyes.

All of a sudden, he takes hold of my thighs, opening my legs. He leans into me, and his breath rushes over my ear as he nips at my earlobe. “Eyes on me at all times, baby.”

Opening my eyes and wanting to seem braver than I feel, I lift my hands to his sides and slowly move them up the wide expanse of his back. I soak in the feel of his muscles rippling beneath my fingertips and wish he’d remove his clothes.

When Damian’s hand moves down between my legs, I grab fistfuls of his shirt and gasp at the tightening it causes in my abdomen. His finger pushes inside me, and it makes the blood rush faster through my body. A soft moan drifts over my lips.

This is good. This I can do. I like this.

“I want to hear more of those moans,” Damian growls possessively in my ear, and my body shudders beneath his.

He continues to thrust his finger inside me, making my hips swivel for more friction. Instead of getting what I want, Damian pulls free from me, leaving me a quivering mess at the loss of his touch.

As he starts to unbutton his shirt, I lift myself on my elbows, so I can see every inch of him. When he removes his shirt, my eyes drink in his hard chest and abs. I take in the tattoo, now understanding what the claw marks over his heart means. It must represent how he felt when he lost Leah.

Then Damian undoes the button of his jeans and pushes the pants down his thighs.

I begin to blink, and my lips part in shock.

Now I also understand the meaning of well-endowed.

Everything about Damian is hard.

Every. Single. Inch.

My mouth dries right up at the sight of his cock, and it feels as if my tongue has turned to stone.

I dare a tentative glance at his face. His eyes are on mine as the bed shifts under his weight, watching closely for my reaction as he moves closer.

I have a sensory overload as he lies down on top of me, covering me with his warmth. He places an arm on either side of my head, and a blush pushes up my neck.