"Turn around," he said, and I did. I knelt facing away from him, and I felt him push my back down. My hips were raised because I was kneeling, while my face was buried in the bed.

"Ah! Shit!" I groaned as he thrust into me again. He held my waist and pounded me so hard that my knees went weak. So, I braced my hands on the bed to support myself.

I felt Damien's chest press against my back. He kissed my shoulders before one of his hands crept up to my breast. Meanwhile, his other hand moved down ...