Chapter 128: Seven Days A Week [M]
Damon couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed his manhood and guided it into Charlotte’s wet honey pot, which had been dripping a clear liquid.
As he slowly pushed in inch by inch, they both gasped. Charlotte felt full, and Damon growled because her tight hole wrapped around him as if she had been waiting for him.
"God, Charlotte ..." he growled, burying his face in her neck. "You feel too good."
She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, as he slid deeper inside. "More ... please ... all of it ..."
Damon pounded into her vigorously until the bed beneath them shook and creaked, the sound echoing throughout the room.
Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist while he sucked and bit her neck, leaving red marks all over her body.
His pheromones filled the room, overwhelming her senses and making her body tremble with pleasure. The bedsheets were a mess, twisted and half-hanging off the bed from how tightly she gripped them and how often Damon changed their positions.
One moment she was beneath him, the next, she was on top, then, on her knees, clinging to the headboard while he moved behind her.
Charlotte leaned forward, her body arched perfectly as Damon entered her from behind, gripping her waist tightly. He leaned down and bit the back of her neck, right where he had once marked her.
That mark had tied them together, and now he was claiming it all over again.
They didn’t stop for just one night.
They spent seven days in that villa, barely leaving the bedroom.