Heat spreads across my flesh. Hard, smooth skin embraces mine. "Is this what you do for all those other females?" I cry when he curls his fingers within my clenching walls, hitting that spot I always wanted Derrek to peg.

Damon responds by adding a third finger, twisting and plunging until I'm shattering in his arms for the millionth time.

And yet, it's not enough. My pulse beats faster, racing after an unknown. It's looming over me, taunting me of its greatness.

"You're an evil sex demon, Damon." Poking air, my finger falls to my hip in frustration. "That's not nice," I whine.

I no longer open my eyes. The sadness of not seeing him pulls at my heartstrings. It's been less than a day, and already, I crave to see this male to whom I've given my body. I never felt this deprived when Derrek left for days on end.

His smirking lips peck my swollen and red ones before taking my hands in his and forcing them above my head and against the fluffy pillows. A dangerous growl travels through his chest into mine, lulling me into a false calmness.

I'm unsure how I know he is smirking since I can't see his face. It's an odd sensation. I just know he is.

I relax into the drenched bedding with his weight pressed into me. It's soothing. "When I pass out from a broken body, you better switch out the sheets and comforter. I do not want to wake up in a puddle of cum. Not that you will finish me off, that is. You have a thing for making me beg, don't you, Damon? Is that why you haven't fucked me roughly? Do you want me to beg for your thick cock to beat my pussy into submission? To place an ownership mark on my flesh as your cum sprays against my quivering walls, coating them in your scent. Is that what you want, Damon? For every male I pass on the street or in the store to know I'm yours and avert their eyes as I'm yours and not theirs?"

The growl grows in intensity. I dare say it's deadly, threatening. My pussy gushes.

"If that's what you want, what are you waiting for?" I snap my teeth at him.

Damon presses my hands into the bedding. When he lets go, and I go to shift them, he presses them back down. He does this once more until my mind clicks into the right gear and realizes he wants me to keep them there. With a satisfied growl, he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist.

It's evil how I can feel him this way, but not if I go to touch him. "Be prepared to be touched at all opportunities when you become visible. And you better, Damon."

All senses evaporate when he grips my hips, angles them using magic, and thrusts hard and deep into my quivering pussy. The greedy bitch takes him all the way to his hilt. Sucking his thick and long cock with desperation, I swear my pussy will hold him hostage, never to allow him to leave.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" I holler, tilting my hips up and head back, leaving my neck open for his taking. Damon doesn't miss a beat, fucking me within an inch of my life. His lips attack my throat, marring the flesh.

His growls cocoon me, right along with his body and dominance. I've never thought I'd feel this type of intoxication. Even with Derrek, he never dangled me over the edge for such a length of time. It's utter blissful torture. I crave for Damon to shove me over. For me to plunge into the water below and drown in its intensity. And yet, I never want these overstimulating sensations to end. If I can live in this type of high for the rest of my life, I'll happily give my soul to the man above me.

The sound of wet flesh hitting amps up the atmosphere. The need to claw at Damon's back gnaws at me.

Using his hands, he lifts my thighs, placing my calves behind his head. Bending me in half, his cock scrapes my walls and pegs my G-spot with every plunge.

My head thrashes from side to side with every lunge of Damon's hips. The man is built for sex. Every swipe of his hands across my body erects the frenzy. They don't stop creating an inferno along my skin.

"If you are my king, my soulmate, this cock is mine, Damon," I grunt when he picks up his speed, hammering into me. I'm choking on my own saliva with his hard hits. They are masterful and devouring. "I will not share with others if this is how you give them orgasms. And if I am yours, I can't see your possessiveness allowing another to see me in the throes of passion. Or to give them an opportunity to own my body."

Something in Damon snaps; his mouth latches onto my shoulder, tongue flicking out in a unique pattern, making my world explode. I'm spiraling toward the water, hitting it hard enough to force all the air from my lungs and lock up my muscles. Blinding white dots flash in front of my eyes with every violent shudder.

Cum squirts from my body for the first time in such ferocity I feel dehydrated as I drench both of us in my essence.

Time flies by. It's unimportant.

My body is yanked from the swirling depths of the water only to be tossed into a burn pit of desire and pleasure. I barely suck in a gasp of air before my body is squirting for the seventh or twentieth time.

Damon holds my arms above my head, his legs pinning me down as my body begins to shake uncontrollably with these indescribable orgasms ripping me apart.

Wave after wave washes over me until I'm limp between Damon's legs.

Exhaustion courses through me.

The puddle of cum beneath us doesn't both me in the slightest. It reinforces how violent the orgasm is still racing through my body as cum continues to leak from between my quivering and bruised pussy lips.

A soft growl travels across my skin when he pulls out, leaving me sore and beret. The feeling is vile. I don't want him to leave me. A whimper escapes unwillingly. The rumbling growl continues next to me. Damon isn't leaving.

I don't know how sex with Damon brought out this needy side of me, but I don't want him to leave me alone after what we just shared. I want him to curl against me. To stay until I wake up.

He either senses my needs or doesn't want to leave me either. Lying down on his side, his body dwarfs mine. Leg over the leg. Arm over the stomach. Damon pins me to the bed. I'm not going anywhere even if I want to.

This seems to do the trick. My mind and body agree and succumb to the darkness.