Warlock Ch 416. Broken Whisper *
Damian's eyes softened, like he could read every frantic thought tumbling through her mind.
[Pact Creation activated]
Selena gasped when she felt it—felt him—press against her entrance, thick and hard and more than she'd even expected. Her whole body shuddered with anticipation, fear, and an overwhelming, dizzying kind of need.
Damian groaned low against her neck, his hips grinding slowly against her, teasing her, coating himself in her slickness, making sure she was ready.
Still giving her a chance to back out.
Still holding back.
But Selena didn't want restraint.
She wanted him.
She lifted her hips slightly in invitation, cheeks burning, breath stuttering.
And that was all it took.
Damian cursed under his breath—and then he thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one long, slow, claiming stroke.
Selena cried out, her nails biting into his back.
