Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528

Amelia’s POV

Damien kissed me like a drowning man searching for air, and in this moment, I was the same. I combed my fingers through his hair, then I gripped at his shoulders, trying with my fingers and my legs to hold him as close as physically possible. His body was already pressed against me, roughly holding me to the tree.

It still didn’t feel like enough. I wanted him inside of me, for us to be one as I screamed his name.

“Damien,” I whined as he paused for breath.

He reached between us and undid buckle and zipper. Tugging down his pants, his dick came free. It was already hard, jutting into the bottom of my thigh.

My thigh that was still frustratingly clothed.

“Help me with your pants,” he growled against my lips. “Or I will rip them off of you.”

“Rip them,” I said impatiently, not caring what might happen later. I didn’t care right now. I just needed him.” Damien, please.” I was desperate for him, my whole body feeling like it was on fire, like I was going into heat.

His growl went louder. He grabbed my pants with both hands and shredded them, ripping them to shreds so they fell away from my body. My panties fell too, fully exposing me to him.

Before I could even catch my breath from what he’d done, he lined his dick up with my sopping entrance and fucked straight up into me, pinning me to the tree with all of his body now, spearing me with his hard cock.

I threw my head back against the tree, gasping at the sudden onslaught of pleasure – at the sheer relief I felt from being filled. I clawed at his shirt, tearing holes on the back.

I felt like an animal, wild and free, being fucked in the forest.

Damien must have been the same. His hips bucked in earnest, fucking into me at a rapid, brutal pace.

His hands moved from my hips to the tree, where his claws dug into the bark so sharply, it sent splinters flying in all directions.

“D-Damien! Yes! Ah, oh…”

His mouth latched onto the side of my neck where he sucked in mark after mark. He groaned, his deep bellows muffled by the wet skin of my neck.

He fucked me with the full of his body, pushing me up against the tree. When he kissed me again, his tongue slipped in and out of my mouth in a mimicry of his dick in my pussy.

I wasn’t going to last long like this, and with how fast he was thrusting, I imagined he wouldn’t either.

He was moving faster and faster now, more than a human could move. This was his werewolf speed, and he was trusting me to be able to take it.

I was taking it, hard and fast and hot. So fucking good.

This was trust. Treating me like his wild wolf mate. Fucking me with abandon, without fear.

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I could take it. I wanted it. I wanted all of it.

“Yes!” I screamed. I was so close, my pussy tightening, desiring more. I wanted this to be as good for him as it was for me, even if I didn’t possess his Alpha speed or strength. I could still give. I could still clamp down as he fucked me, making my pussy as tight as I could for his dick.

His hips stuttered, his movements turning frantic.

“Fuck. A-Amelia. Ah. Eh. AH!”

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

That was the only word in my vocabulary now, my brain too cloudy with unbelievable pleasure that I couldn’t even think, let alone communicate. I hoped my body did enough of the talking, bending to Damien’s will, responding to his touch, his thrusts.

His dick filled me up so fully with each thrust, that he rubbed at the tender spot inside my pussy, making small fireworks appear behind my eyes.

The tightness must have been pleasing to him too, because he growled louder and louder with each spear up into me, turning animalistic. Even his teeth were starting to extend.

Mine were too, in response. This was so fucking hot, so much rougher and wilder than any other time we’d had

sex.

We were both finally letting ourselves go.

Again and again, he fucked me, and I begged and cried his name.

More, more, I needed more, until

Finally, with a roar, he threw his head back and fucked up into me one last time.

I screamed, wordlessly, my voice going hoarse, as he filled me, his dick throbbing. It was too much, and I flew right over the edge with him.

I clawed at his shoulders, drawing blood, as the orgasm violently wracked through my body, shaking me. I flung my body back in forth, overwhelmed by feeling. He held me tightly, not allowing me to flee from this, forcing me to feel everything.

And it was glorious.

“D-Dam-IEN!”

A moment more, and I whited out from the intense pleasure, slamming too hard into climax.

When I awoke again, I was resting, curled up against Damien’s chest. His back was to the tree. Looking up at it now, I could see that we had cracked it, and it was in serious danger of toppling over.

Oops.

Damien ran his hand through my hair, caressing me gently.

“You are always so good for me,” he whispered, and I preened, my eyes slipping closed again to savor the

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attention and the praise.

I missed him. I missed moments like this when we could be soft with one another.

Softly, he whispered, “I know this doesn’t change anything.”

My heart cracked straight down the middle. Opening my eyes, I looked up into his twin pools of devastation.

I reached my hand up, wanting to soothe him. Needing to. I cupped his hard cheek with my palm.

“That might not be true anymore,” I told him.

Things weren’t perfect. We weren’t healed fully yet.

But we were headed in the right direction.

I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted to work this out.

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