Chapter 126: Janet Jackson - Anytime, Anyplace
"Fuck... shit..." Damien cursed again. "I want to be inside you," he groaned. "I swear, I want to be inside you so bad, but—gods—you feel so damned good."
She didn’t respond with words. Her tongue did the talking.
He was seconds away from tipping over the edge. Everything was too hot. Too much. Her mouth, her skin, her laughter in his head, the way her heart called to him without speaking. It was all crashing in.
Damien pulled away abruptly, his whole body quaking with restraint. "I’m going to lose my shit," he warned.
Luna smirked, breathless, her body flushed and still glistening. "That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?"
He shimmied down her body. His breath ghosted over her belly before he paused, lifting her thighs and locking them over his shoulders. She gasped at the sudden motion, her back sinking deeper into the sofa. Damien positioned himself, one hand steadying her hip while the other guided him in.
Then—he entered.
A low, vibrating groan left his chest, primal and ragged, as he sank into her heat. It felt like slipping into home after years lost in the wilderness. Warm, tight, and impossibly consuming.
"Hmmm." Luna grunted, her fingers gripping the cushions beneath her. He filled her, inch by inch, stretching her open until there was no space left between them.
Then he rammed forward with a force that nearly knocked the breath from both of them. She jolted forward, and they nearly tipped off the sofa. Luna flailed for balance, grabbing at the edge of the armrest.
He was completely gone.
He started to move, at a pace no normal man could ever sustain. His hips were a blur, pounding into her with inhuman speed. The air was thick with the sound of skin meeting skin, her gasps, his low growls, the creak of furniture—and somewhere in the mix, Luna’s scream splitting the room open.