Without as much as a warning, Damien had entered her once again—only this time, it wasn't his fingers deep inside her.
Katherine dug her fingers into the flesh on his back as he continuously pounded into her. So unforgiving. So raw. So wild.
His length was so impossibly hard like a rod, slamming inside her without restraint just like she had asked him. "Oh my god, Damien!" She bit his shoulder—where his onyx tattoo should be—as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He kissed the spot below her ear in between his breathy moans, cursing when she started meeting his every thrust.
She tried to keep up with his pace, yet the more she did, the more intense it got and he became even more frenzied—and she loved it. "More," she begged without realizing it. "More, Damien."
"Shît." He pulled out, surprising her.
"Wha—Ah!" she yelped.
