Warning! Mature content.
Eloise grimaced as Damien's length pressed into her again, but the discomfort was fleeting, a brief sting that faded almost immediately. She was sore, but she had no interest in dwelling on it.
Eloise wrapped her arms around Damien's neck, keeping their kiss steady as Damien began to move.
His breath was warm against her lips, but Eloise dared not laugh, unwilling to invite whatever punishment Damien might come up with. She was already struggling to hold herself together.
Her nails found his back without any conscious thought, pressing in as his thrusts came harder than before. Damien did as she asked without complaint, his muscular arms keeping her steady and close.
Eloise clung to him, keeping the hard plane of his chest pressed flush against her own. She didn't want to let go, didn't want to feel so much as a breath of space between them.
