He rocked in and out of her mouth, going deep, but not too far, but all too soon, it was over, and Milah hated that she didn’t want him to stop.
Damon lifted her, and she was back on the bed, but this time, Damon didn’t go to her pussy. His lips were on her mouth, and his hands held hers above her head.
She watched him as he moved both of her hands beneath his, and his free hand went between his thighs.
This was it.
“I can’t stop this from hurting.”
Milah didn’t know what to say.
“But trust me, once this is over, it is going to feel so much better.”
She cried out as he tensed up, and then she felt his dick as it tore through her pussy, slamming in deep. The pain was sharp, instant, and not unbearable, but it took her breath away. Her initial instinct was to push him away, but Damon held her hands firm.
Under the weight of only one of his hands, she couldn’t push him off, even though she wanted to. He kept a firm grip, and then, both of his hands were free and his cock was balls deep within her.
Tears blurred her vision. She hated the pain.
Damon was her first.
She … did she hate it?
He held perfectly still within her.
This was a De Luca, and he was being kind, which went against the very nature of his being. They were monsters.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t offer any soothing words or help her to understand what was going on. He just … he was … what was he doing?
He kissed her lips, brushing across her jaw, then down to her neck, but he didn’t move.
Why wasn’t he being a complete fucking bastard and forcing her to take his dick? Instead, he was giving her time. Kissing her tears away, touching her body, and forcing her to accept that she wanted him.
She didn’t know if she hated him more at that moment than ever before.
She watched him, waiting. Time seemed to freeze between them.
The pain slowly faded, and all that was left were the two of them. Her body was on fire with need, and then Damon started to slowly fuck her.
He took his time, pulling all the way out of her and then pressing inside. She expected him to be hard and rough, but he wasn’t. Then she realized Damon wasn’t fucking her. He was … making love to her. Slowly. Intimately, their hands locked together as he worked his cock inside her.
She didn’t want him to stop, and the pleasure was intense.
He took his sweet time, the pain nothing more than a distant memory.
Something she was soon going to forget, and then, he lifted and his thrusts sped up, becoming a little more erratic. She looked up at him in time to see him lose complete control.
He came, and she felt the answering pulse inside her as he filled her with his cum.
It kept on going. Pushing inside her.
When it was over, he didn’t collapse over her.
Damon stared down at her.
Neither of them spoke. Words failed her.
Should she say something mean?