Keep Her From Harm (The Denton Family Legacy 4)

“I want you, Damian. Please.”

He cupped her breasts, and then moved the

lace aside until her breasts were exposed to the air. Neither of them could wait as she yanked on his belt, pushing his pants down.

Damian caught her face, kissing her with so much passion that it took her breath away. “You’re so fucking beautiful.

They were all hands as her jeans were pulled down, and then his boxers were down. His cock sprang out. long and thick. She wrapped her fingers around the length, marveling at the size of him.

“Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he said. “Do you want this?”

She chuckled. “I’m nearly naked. Don’t hold out on me now.”

He kissed her lips, moving down her neck to suck on her pulse, and then down to her breast, sucking in one nipple before moving onto the other. Arching up, she moaned as heat pooled between her thighs. He pulled her to the edge of the table, and she watched as he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. She gripped his shoulders as they both cried out.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so damn good. Your pussy is so tight.” He held her to him as they both paused for a couple of seconds basking in the heat.

It had been so long since she’d been with anyone, and Damian wasn’t just any other man. He was hers. Everything she had ever dreamed of.

“Are you okay, Mia?” he asked.

“More than okay.” She kissed his shoulder and looked at him. “I want this more than anything.”

He gripped her hips, and slowly began to rock inside her. She closed her eyes, and then opened them, wanting to see Damian and no one else. “I’m inside you, baby. There’s no one else. Just me.”

One of his hands moved from her hips, sliding between their bodies to touch her clit, and she gasped.

“Sh, we don’t want our kids to wake up now, do we?” He kept on teasing her. “You’ve got to be very quiet so they don’t wake up.” He pressed his lips against her neck, sucking on her pulse, and it was driving her wild. “I feel how excited you are, how much you want my cock so deep inside you, and you want me, Mia. I think deep down you also care about me.”

“I know I care about you, Damian. I know I want you, and that is never going to be in question. I’m attracted to you.”

He thrust hard and deep making her moan as he pinched her clit.

“So responsive.”

The pleasure was spiraling within her, building to a fever pitch, and she didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was on a completely different level, and it was driving her insane, making her need him so much.

“I want you to come all over my cock, and say my name as you do, baby.”

“Damian?”

“Come for me, beautiful.”

To her surprise, she came, exploding over his cock as he thrust inside her. She cried his name even as she tried to keep her voice down. She couldn’t help it. Just the orgasm from his fingers had rocked her world.

Damian grabbed her hips and started to pound inside her. The table was screwed down to the floor, so nothing moved as she fucked her hard and deep. From Damian, it was more than just a fuck though. She was his everything. The pleasure was on the next level, and Mia knew there wouldn’t be anyone else for him. No woman, no cheating, nothing. She was his in every single way, and it was like all of her dreams had come true.

“Oh fuck!” Damian filled her, and his cock jerked, filling her with his cum. She held on tightly as they both panted in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

It was like they had been possessed or something, and as she pulled away to stare into his eyes, she saw the concern. “Don’t. I loved that, and I do think I’m falling for you, Damian.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot. Please don’t feel guilty.”

“I needed to make you mine, Mia.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you with all my heart, and I know you’re probably freaking out, but I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

****

Gabriel stood in his apartment that was in the same building as Owen and Wyatt’s. He swallowed down the scotch, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat. Westbrook and Smith had both gone to ground, and even as they had gained back their own businesses and men, there had still been a lot of death. Rick Denton was not a man to be trifled with. The longer he was away from his woman, the more ruthless he became.

Finding out about his real father wasn’t supposed to be so damn complicated.