Rebirth: Love me Again - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Breaking Innocence 1
 

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

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[ESTELLE]

“Shut up and fuck me!”

I hissed, my voice sharp, breathless, and absolutely done with his teasing.

Damien chuckled, dark and smug, his lips ghosting over my jaw. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”

And then, finally, finally, he gave me exactly what I needed.

“Oh . . . fuck,” I hissed as he found exactly what I was craving – the slick heat between my legs. His fingers parted me effortlessly, one sinking deep into my depths without hesitation.

“I’m gonna come from this alone,” I whispered, back arching off the mattress as he stroked deeper still. My nails dug into his back like talons as he leaned in close.

“This is your last chance to get away,” he murmured against my ear.

“Bullshit,” I snarled silently. Because even as he said it, his fingers curled inside me once more . . . and I lost all control.

I writhed against him, body trembling like a leaf as pleasure built to a fever pitch. His fingers stroked and probed, drawing me up the mountain of desire – only to yank me back at the last second . . .

And then I screamed.

“Just fuck me already!” I yelled, grabbing his hair in both hands as if trying to drag him into some dark abyss with me.

I jerked his head down, forcing him to look me in the eye. My voice was raw and primal now.

“Give it to me,” I growled.

Damien just stared at me for a moment – eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my blood run cold.

And then . . . he smiled. A devilish smile that promised pain and pleasure.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered sweet nothings against my ear.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “So ready for me.”

His hands were everywhere – sliding over my body with a possessive intensity that left me gasping for air.

My panties were gone now – discarded somewhere along the way – and all that was left between us was our sweat-slickened skin.

He loomed over me, powerful and utterly breathtaking, every inch of his bare body carved with strength and dominance. Sweat glistened along the ridges of his muscles, catching the dim light and making him look almost unreal—like something sculpted by the gods themselves.

I felt small beneath him, but not in a way that scared me. No, it only heightened the anticipation coiling tight in my stomach, making my breath hitch as my eyes traveled lower.

And there he was.

Thick. Hard. Desperately aching.

The head of his shaft was already slick with need, a single bead of desire glistening at the tip. My mouth went dry, heat flooding my skin as the reality of what was about to happen fully sank in.

Damien smirked, catching the way my gaze lingered. His voice was dark, teasing, dripping with sinful promise.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?”

God help me, I really, really did.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said breathless and pulled him to me.

As we thrashed against each other on the bed, I felt myself slipping into some dark abyss where nothing else existed except for this man and this madness.

We collided together like two tectonic plates – and the world around us melted away . . .

I want more.

“P-please . . .” I choked out between ragged breaths.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Damien growled as he slammed into me, his hard cock stretching me wider than I ever thought possible.

I felt the warm, slick trail of blood and arousal slip down my thighs, my body already trembling with anticipation. And then—

A sharp, stretching ache tore through me as Damien pushed in, his thick length burying deep, breaking through that last barrier of innocence. It was more intense than I’d imagined—painful, yes—but I welcomed it, craved it.

Because it was him.

Damien, pressing into me, claiming me in a way no one else ever had. The burn of it only made the moment more real, more raw. My fingers clawed at his back, desperate for something to hold onto as my body adjusted, as the sting slowly melted into something else—something deeper, hotter.

A breathless laugh slipped past my lips despite myself. “God, I sound like a masochist right now,” I murmured.

Damien groaned against my neck, his breath hot, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind.”

And with that, he thrust deeper, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me that made me forget everything else.

“Yes,” I screamed back at him, my nails raking down his back. “Fuck . . . harder . . .”

He did not disappoint. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, the bed creaking beneath us as he took me with animalistic fervor.

I could feel every inch of him inside me – pressing against places deep within that made stars explode behind my eyes.

Damien’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Oh baby,” he purred darkly. “You ain’t seen nothing yet . . .”

His fingers found my clit then – rubbing in tight circles that sent jolts of pleasure zinging through my nerve endings.

As the pressure built to an impossible peak, Damien suddenly withdrew from me with one brutal snap of his hips.

“NO!” I wailed in protest when all went white except for pain and pleasure.

He grinned at me with a sadistic gleam in his eye, his cock bobbing like a pendulum against my thigh as he whispered:

“That was just the beginning . . .”

I could barely hold on as he buried himself inside me once more – harder now than ever before.

The pain and pleasure dance through me like wildfire . . . and I lose all control.

My screams echoed off the walls as Damien took what was left of my virginity – leaving me gasping for air, my senses reeling from the sheer intensity of it all.

And still he didn’t stop.

My body screamed in protest as his monstrous cock ravaged me like a beast unleashed. The pain was blinding, the burn excruciating as he stretched me to my limits.