Chapter 116 Lambers in the Moonlight 2
Chapter 116: Embers in the Moonlight-2
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Damien’s hand slid to her waist as he guided her gently, carefully, toward the center of the rug. The glow of the fire painted her skin in shades of gold and shadow, and when she sank beneath him, it was as though the flames themselves bowed to her radiance.
He lowered himself, lips returning to hers before trailing lower, worshipping the soft slope of her chest, teasing across her peaked n*****s, then tracing down the flat plane of her stomach. Each kiss pulled a shiver from her, her fingers tangling in his hair, until he hooked his thumbs into the thin band of her panties and tugged them down with reverence, leaving her utterly bare.
She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with need.
Damien shed his boxers with one motion, his hard length heavy and throbbing between them. He moved over her, bracing his arms as her legs parted willingly, wrapping around his waist, drawing him close.
The blunt tip of his c**k brushed against her slick entrance, and he hissed through his teeth at the heat of her. He didn’t need to touch to know—she was ready, waiting, aching for him. Slowly, carefully, he pressed in, inch by inch, stretching her tight walls around him.
Maya gasped, her body jerking, eyes squeezing shut as the ache of fullness mixed with pleasure. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, and after a trembling moment. she exhaled, relaxing, surrendering.
Damien kissed the corner of her mouth, murmuring low against her lips, “That’s it, love… let
me in.”
He buried himself fully inside her, groaning as her warmth clenched around him, claiming every inch of him. For a moment they stayed like that, breathing hard, hearts thundering in unison, before he began to move-slow, deliberate thrusts that matched the rhythm of the
rain outside, the crackle of the fire surrounding them.
Her moans blended with his low growls, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the quiet night. Their bodies moved together, desperate yet tender, as if the world itself had melted away and left only the two of them, bound in heat, devotion, and unshakable desire.
The fire painted their bodies in flickering gold, shadows dancing over skin pressed together. Damien moved slowly, each thrust measured, savoring the feel of her, the way she clung to him, every gasp and tremble pulling him deeper into desire.
Maya’s hands roamed his back, tracing the rigid muscles, feeling the heat of him, the pulse of his heartbeat matching hers. Every inch of her body responded, opening, quivering, craving
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“Ahh… Damien…” she moaned, her voice trembling, soft yet desperate. Her hips pressed up, needing more, and he matched her, adjusting his angle, letting each stroke brush against the places that made her shiver uncontrollably.
He bent down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering low, possessive words. “You feel so perfect… only mine. So beautiful… can’t get enough of you.”
Maya arched into him, pressing closer, nails digging into his shoulders as she let herself fall apart beneath him. The warmth of the fire, the patter of rain against the glass, the rhythm of their bodies moving together-it all felt like a private universe, suspended in heat and
reverence.
Damien’s hands roamed her body with reverence, cupping, brushing, holding, keeping her anchored as he drove her higher, each stroke synchronized with her breaths, her gasps, her
moans.
“Oh… yes, Damien…” Maya whimpered, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. She felt herself tipping over, trembling, and he held her, steady, whispering encouragement against her skin, his chest heaving over hers.
Her climax crashed over her in shattering waves, his name falling from her lips as her body clenched and melted around him. Her release dragged him over the edge with her, his groan muffled against her throat as he spilled deep inside her, clinging to her like he’d never let go. Damien groaned, letting the vibrations fill her, feeling her shudder and relax before he continued, slower now, savoring her, prolonging the delicious aftermath.
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