ANNABEL

Fuck, I was done for. My body was still shaking, my pussy throbbing from how hard Damon fucked me on that bed, his cum still sticky on my face, my tits, my fucking soul. He carried me back to the bathroom, water dripping off us, and I wasn’t cold—hell, I was burning, my skin screaming for more, even after cumming so many damn times I’d lost count. His arms were strong, holding me like I was his, and fuck, I wanted to be. I wanted him to ruin me, to break me till I couldn’t think ...