I swallowed hard, and it felt like my whole throat tightened around a moan I wasn’t ready to let out. My eyes widened. My cheeks burned. My nipples hardened against my bra like they’d been called to attention by the pure, raw filth coming out of his mouth.
He said it like he was proud. Like claiming me in front of the woman who used to sleep in his bed was just another form of foreplay.
“I’ve had her whimpering under me,” he continued, and my breath stuttered because I remembered. I remembered the way his hands pinned me down. The way his voice dipped right before he slammed into me. The way he groaned against my neck while I begged him to keep going.
“Soaked and spread. Begging for more. I’ve had her mouth on my cock, her hands on my chest, her thighs trembling while I fuck her so hard she forgets her name.”noveldrama
Oh my fucking god.
I could feel it now. Not just mentally. Not just emotionally. Physically. The way my panties clung to me. The way the heat curled low in my belly and settled between my thighs like a secret. The way I started to breathe through my mouth because everything inside me was unraveling one word at a time.
And he wasn’t done.
“She’s not some girl I picked,” Damon growled, his grip on my waist tightening, his voice sending shivers down my spine. ” She was made for me. Every inch of her. Every sound she makes. Every drop of slick that drips out of her while I’m still inside. She was built to take me. To belong to me.”
Camilla made a choking sound, but I wasn’t even looking at her anymore.
I was staring up at him.
Dazed.
Buzzing.
Completely wrecked by the fact that he was saying all of this with his arm around me, his scent on my skin, his voice claiming me so brutally that it made my entire body throb like I’d just been thrown back into his bed and told to stay.
And then came the final blow.
“I don’t just fuck her,” Damon said, eyes gleaming, his voice coiling around the words like he loved every syllable. “I breed her. Knot her. Mark her. Fill her so deep she leaks for hours. And when I’m done? I start all over again.”
My knees actually gave out.
I’m not even joking.
If he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve melted into the floor. I would’ve slipped in my own damn slick and collapsed right there in front of Camilla. My pulse was pounding between my legs. My chest was heaving. My brain had completely shut down.
I was ruined.
Just from his words.
Just from the truth.
“She’s mine,” he finished, staring straight through Camilla like she was invisible. “And she loves every fucking second of it.” Oh. My. Fucking. God.
You’d think I’d be used to him by now. To his voice. To the things he says. To the way he can ruin me with a single sentence.
But I wasn’t. Not even close. Every time Damon opened his mouth, it was like my brain turned into melted wax and my body forgot how to function. And this time-this time he wasn’t just talking.
He was declaring war.
On her.
On every ounce of control I thought I had left.
On the air in my lungs.
“She moans like a fucking angel,” he went on, his hand sliding down from my waist, fingers pressing right into the curve of my hip like he was remembering exactly how he holds me when I’m writhing beneath him. “She cries when she comes. Not because she’s in pain-but because it’s too good. Because I fuck her until she breaks.”
I gasped.
Not out loud.
Not dramatically.
Just a tiny little inhale that hitched in my throat like I was choking on my own arousal. I felt hot all over. Too hot. Like my skin didn’t fit right. Like his words were peeling every layer of me off until I was raw and needy and shameless.
“I don’t use her,” Damon continued, his voice darker now, a cruel kind of pride curling around every word like smoke. “I worship her. With my mouth. My tongue. My cock. Every part of me knows her. Every inch of her body is trained to respond to me.”
He leaned down slightly, his mouth brushing against my temple, and I swear my whole damn body throbbed from just that. “She screams when I knot her,” he whispered, like it was a fucking lullaby, “and then she begs for more. She says ‘please, Daddy, don’t stop.’ And I don’t. I never stop. Not until I’ve emptied myself so deep inside her she’s dripping with me for hours.”
Camilla made a sound.
A strangled, furious, broken little thing that would’ve been pathetic if I hadn’t been so busy trying not to fucking cum just from listening to him talk.
“You know what the best part is?” Damon asked, still not even looking at her. He was staring at me now. His eyes locked on mine like he wanted to undress me with his gaze and bend me over something right fucking now. “It’s not just her body. It’s her mind. The way she thinks. The way she rambles. The way she trembles when she wants me and tries to talk herself out of it.”
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“She’s 18,” he growled, pressing his fingers into my hip a little harder, “and she talks so fucking much. But when I fuck her? She can’t speak. She forgets how. Her voice breaks. Her thoughts scatter. All that smart mouth turns into breathy little whimpers and she just-melts.”
My nails dug into his chest. I couldn’t even stop it.
He smiled.
Smiled.
Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“She’s mine,” he repeated, dragging the words out now, slow and lethal and dripping with filth. “She’s my Luna. My kitten. My cum-hungry little mate. And no one-no one-will ever touch her again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any fucking universe.”
Camilla looked like she was going to throw up.
But I-
I was soaked.
Trembling.
Addicted.
Absolutely fucking gone.
And Damon?
He hadn’t even gotten started yet.
To be fucking continued.
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