Olivia arched her hips off the mattress as her breath hitched. Her fingertips dug into him deeper. “Daddy?”
“I’ve got you, Little rebel. Let it feel good.” He slowly eased in and out before adding a second finger. His fingers weren’t small, but it would take three of them to equal the girth of his cock, and even then, it wouldn’t be quite enough.
When her body began to relax, he thrust harder, watching her expression. Lust and nerves were all he saw. Not pain.
He removed his fingers and climbed up her body. “Are you ready for me, Baby girl?” He dropped his forearms alongside her head and leaned in close. He wasn’t sure if she could see anything at all, but he wanted his eyes near hers.
She smiled. “I’m ready. Do it, Daddy.”
Lining his cock up with her pussy, he thrust forward all the way to the hilt. He knew it would shock her, but dragging out the stretch didn’t seem like the best idea.
Olivia gasped, her mouth falling open. A wince scrunched up her face. She held her breath.
Damon stroked her temples with his thumbs, waiting for her breathing to even out. “That’s my girl. Relax your pussy around my cock, Little one.” He slid his left hand down to her fingers, threaded them together, and lifted their combined hands above her head.
Watching her expression, he lowered his wrist against hers.
Olivia’s eyes rolled back as she cried out unintelligibly. Her pussy gripped him like a vice at the same time. “Oh God… I can’t…”
He kissed her. “Can’t what, Olivia?”
She tried to pull her arm free of his. Her head rolled back and forth. “Don’t…” Her plea was weak.
He knew what she was feeling because he felt it, too. Overwhelming need that was so all-consuming it made him feellike he was a slave to his body, his lust. It was a bit freaky, but he didn’t want to stop.
“Shh…” he whispered against her lips. “Don’t fight it. Let it feel so good.” He eased almost out of her channel and thrust back in.
Olivia gasped. “It’s too much.”
“And not enough.” He did it again.
Panting, she twisted and fought against him, against the bond. The intensity was tremendous. “Please…”
He thrust again. “Please what, Little rebel?”
She groaned in frustration. “Harder,” she begged.
Damon brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her deeply while he thrust in and out faster and deeper. Nothing in the world compared to this feeling. He was flying above his body, and he suspected she was, too. He never wanted this to end.
He also knew it wouldn’t. Not for a while. Sure, they would both orgasm in a few seconds, but that would not assuage the driving need. They would catch their breaths and do it again. And again. Because that was the way of Alpha Protectors and the bond they had with their mates.
Olivia writhed under him, bucking her hips up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight.
He couldn’t seem to get close enough to her. Being inside her wasn’t enough. He needed more. It wasn’t a tangible feeling. It made no sense. What more could he have from her?
When he broke the kiss, it was to growl loud enough to shake the house. A primal urge consumed him. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream when she got her release. The bond he felt with her shook him to the core.
Grinding the base of his erection against her clit, he demanded, “Come, Little rebel. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
Olivia was helpless to disobey him. She came for him. Hard. So hard he could feel the grip of her tight pussy as she milked his dick. He came two seconds later, unable to stop it himself.
Their combined orgasms caused them to tremble for longer than any orgasm he’d previously experienced. He set his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
Olivia licked her swollen lips. “You have to let go of my arm, Damon. I’m losing my mind.”
He released her hand, letting her pull the arm up against the side of her breast as if it were injured. He knew the mark was throbbing because his was. “I love you, Olivia.”
She slowly smiled. “I love you, too, Damon.”
