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Chapter 114: When Fire Consumes-2

Her voice spiraled higher, shattered and breathless, until her climax crashed through her- sharp, consuming, leaving her undone. Her thighs clamped around his head, a broken cry tearing from her throat, his name spilling from her lips like a desperate prayer.

He didn’t stop-licking, savoring every last shudder, dragging her orgasm out until she was shaking violently, until her body finally gave out, collapsing back onto the sheets. Her legs fell open, trembling, spent… wrecked completely by him.

When he finally rose, his eyes were dark, jaw tight with control. He looked down at her- flushed, panting, beautiful and wrecked-and slid the back of his fingers along her cheek with surprising tenderness.

“How does that feel, love?” His voice was low, rough, threaded with pride and hunger. “Even better than before, isn’t it?”

Maya’s chest heaved, lips parted, cheeks still blazing. “Yes…” she whispered, her voice shaky, almost shy.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips, tasting her gasps. “That’s because your body already knows me now,” he murmured against her mouth, dark and possessive. “Every time you come… it’ll be because of me. Only me.”

His lips traced to her cheek, then her ear, breath hot and commanding. “You taste like sin, love… and I’ll never get enough of you.”

She lay beneath him trembling, skin damp, chest rising unevenly-completely undone, yet his hunger hadn’t eased. If anything, it had sharpened.

With a growl deep in his throat, Damien rose over her, stripping off the last of his clothing. His c**k sprang free-thick, hard, pulsing with need.

Maya’s eyes widened, her chest rising and falling fast. Heat pooled low in her belly, a mix of awe and hunger twisting through her. Her lips parted slightly, breath hitching as she stared, body trembling. Her fingers flexed at her sides, unsure whether to reach for him or press herself into the bed in desperate anticipation.

He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, watching her reaction. Every shiver, every flush of her cheeks, made his chest tighten, need coiling hotter. She let out a soft, shaky whimper, voice husky and low, almost pleading: “Damien…”

He leaned down, arms bracing her on the bed, pressing his throbbing c**k against her thigh. The heat of him against her skin, the scent of his arousal, made her whimper again, hips

Chapter 114 When Fire Consumes 2

lifting instinctively toward him.

He reached between them, guiding himself to her entrance, the thick head of his c**k sliding slowly through her soaked folds. She gasped at the contact, hips twitching involuntarily, and he nearly lost it right then.

He pushed just enough to feel her stretch-hot, wet, impossibly snug-and had to bite down to keep from groaning.

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