CHAPTER 32DAMIEN'S POVI let her do it. I let her take what she wanted. She sank down onto me, inch by inch, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm.Fuck.My hands snapped to her waist, fingers digging in as my head fell back against the pillows.“Shit,” I groaned, my grip tightening, trying and failing, to keep some semblance of control as she moved deliberately slow, torturing me with every motion.And then she started riding me in earnest, her moans breathless, her body moving like she was made for this. For me.Just as she thought she was in control, I sat up suddenly, one hand wrapping around her throat, guiding her gaze to mine.Her breath stuttered, her body tensing as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice dark and unwavering.“What’s my name?”She trembled beneath me, chest rising and falling unevenly. I tightened my grip—just enough to remind her, just enough to make her shiver.She swallowed hard, her lips parting, hesitation flickering
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