Talia writhed under Damon, trying to get him to move faster, but he just murmured close to her ear how much he loves her and continued his torturously slow ministrations.
It was wonderful, it really was. She could feel his sincerity and his intention to make her feel good but slow and gentle was not what she needed at that moment.
She wanted to feel his power and passion.
She wanted Damon who was unrestrained and outrageous.
She wanted him to plunder her insides.
And she was determined to get it.
Frantic for more, Talia's hands glided lower on his back, and she dug her nails into his firm ass, pulling him closer and rocking her hips against him.
"Gods! Woman!", he squeezed through his teeth.
"Your woman.", Talia said. "Please, don't make me wait. Don't make it slow. And don't make it gentle. Not now. I need… Ah… Mmm…"
Her words were lost in moans when Damon's hips picked up the pace.
