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lost herself in him. The thought thrilled her.
    His cock eased out slowly then back in. She pressed her hands into the mattress and just absorbed the feel of him. His first plunge into her pussy was a blur. Her mind had been too overwhelmed with too many sensations to really appreciate how he felt inside her. Though she ached and yearned for more, she focused wholly on him.
    He’d pushed her from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other, and now he was joining them, combining their power and pleasure. She’d waited so long for this that she didn’t want to miss a single, heart stopping moment.
    He glided into her smoothly. His size took her breath away. He stretched her, filled her, and completed her in a way she’d never experienced. “You’re so big,” she gasped.
    “And you’re so tight. So fucking hot. I need you, Belle. Take me. Take all of me.”
    She shivered with pleasure. His steel-hardened shaft fit like the missing puzzle piece. He completed her picture. Her pussy pulsed around his cock. Her inner muscles formed a tight glove over him, claiming him as he claimed her.
    As though he was just as overwhelmed, he held himself still, allowed her to absorb the feel of him embedded inside her. Had any other man felt this wonderful, as if he’d come home? She didn’t think so. In that moment, the truth hit. He belonged.
    If Damon had simply fucked her when she’d entered the room, she wouldn’t have this connection with him. It would have been just another fuck—no doubt a good fuck—but no more. The emotional bond he’d forged translated into a much stronger physical bonding.
    He lifted her hips. The motion allowed him to go even deeper, and she gasped, barely able to breathe. Blood pounded through her and inside her, his cock throbbed and vibrated with its own suppressed need. And she felt totally and absolutely in control.
    “You are mine, Belle. Mine.” He leaned over her, his hands on the coverlet beside her face, his mouth hovering over hers.
    “Yes, Sir,” she panted. And it was true. She needed whatever her weekend beast could give her. She tightened her inner muscles and squeezed. His hiss of breath pleased her, then his mouth claimed hers, his tongue sweeping in. Moaning deep in her throat, she kissed him just as passionately.
    Damon was in both heaven and hell. She surrounded him with her moist heat. Every contraction of her pussy felt like dozens of hands stroking his dick. He resisted the urge to pump in and out and send them both reeling. For just this one moment in time, he needed to be one with this woman who both fascinated and mesmerized him.
    He tilted his hips, gliding out of her. Her groan mirrored his. He eased back in. She was so tight he was afraid of hurting her. He slid his hand between their bodies. “I want to feel you come with me inside.” Needed to feel her consume him before he lost all control. He stroked her swollen clit.
    Her cry pleased him, as did the waves of pleasure stroking his cock. He drove her hard and fast. Sweat beaded on the sides of his face and ran down his back. The base of his spine tingled with the need to fuck her until his brains leaked out his ears. “Hurry, Belle.”
    “Yes,” she whimpered and arched beneath him. “Yes. Yes. Yes. God, I’m coming.” Her voice rose to a high shriek, and her fingers twisted in the comforter.
    He stroked her clit harder and faster until she went stiff and screamed his name. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, and his shout joined her as spasm after spasm threatened to shred the last of his control.
    Before her body calmed, he rose back onto his knees, pushed her legs toward her chest, lifting her and staring at their bodies where they were joined. He pulled out, shuddered with pleasure at the sight of her cream coating his cock, then thrust inside her heavenly warmth. His balls throbbed, his cum churned like a whirlpool threatening to draw in a helpless craft and drown it. If he didn’t fuck her hard