Heart of Pains

Chapter Thirty-one

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Hannah's POV

He admired my cunt as he lowered the band of his blue boxer briefs. It followed the sharp V of his hips and revealed a dark patch of hair before the hard length of him was free. The last of his clothes ended up with mine on the floor and nothing remained between us as he lowered his body on top of mine.

Carefully, he lifted my leg over his hips and aligned his body with mine. I smiled at him as he ran his knuckles from my temple down to my jaw and held my gaze. My breath hitched as he rocked his hips forward, and his fingers dug into my thigh. With a swift roll of his hips, he makes the length of him glide through my wet folds.

The tip of him touched my clit, and rubbed against me in a way that made my back arch in pleasure. He kept playing with me until the need between my legs is throbbing, desperate to be filled with his cock. I gripped his hair and brushed my lips against his gently.

"Damien fuck me now!" I commanded.

"Oh, fuck, that's pretty hot," he moaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

"What? Do you mean me commanding you? Do you like to hear that? My tongue dripping with those words, do I please your body with my touch, instead of Garcia's?" I ask.

I tug at his hair and press mine against his, a moan escaping my throat when I feel how hard he is against me. I smirk up at him before leaning towards his ear. That way, when I speak, my breath touches his skin, making him shiver.

"I've wanted you ever since the first time you kissed me at the altar," I confessed.

Damien smirks smugly hearing the words come out of my mouth.

"I'm going to make this mind-blowing for you, Han," he promised, pressing his length forward and stretching me open.

Damien took his time pulling out and dipping inside me again and again, each movement pushing him deeper until every hard long inch of him was inside me. He feels so fucking good that I moaned. I would've flung us over and ridden him hard and fast, but I guess it was all about him today.

After a few minutes, he held still and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His lips branded my skin, and he kissed down my jawline. My eyes shut as I enjoyed his affection.

I stretched my neck to give him better access and with each hot, open-mouthed kiss, he sighed in the back of his throat. He's rolling his hips in such a way that filled me up and took my breath away. He laced his fingers with mine and pulled my hands above my hand, pinning them there.

"All I feel is your every curve," he said, pulling out and sinking back in, and I met his every move, clenching my walls around him.

I'm loving the groans he's breathing in my ear. He takes my other hand from his neck and pins it with the other. Pure, raw need burns in Damien's eyes, and the muscle in his jaw flexed.

"Be careful Damien. You're getting very addicted," I warned.

"I don't fucking care," he growls.

All tenderness evaporated into a primal need as Damien fucked me. It was like he was desperate to get under my skin. I accepted every rough stroke, letting them draw me closer to the edge. The last hard push sent me flying into a mind-blowing orgasm.

His grip tightened on my wrist and he drove into me harder and harder. My pleasured cries came out unable to calm myself. Thank God the kids are with his parents.