~Damon~
She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.
Not like she relaxed.
Like she broke.
Her body just… folded.
She was shaking.
My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her p***y pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Holy s**t,” she whispered.
Barely audible.
“Holy f*****g shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just..”
She lifted her head for a second.
Eyes wide.
Mouth trembling.
Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.
“Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she—she opened the door—she was so f*****g close—oh my god—oh my god..
She clutched at me suddenly.
Fingers digging into my chest.
Nails dragging over my skin
