"Damon… Damon… Damon…"
Talia chanted breathily as Damon rocked his hips, filling her up just right as he pushed her closer to another orgasm.
"Oh, God!"
She exclaimed when he changed the angle, and he grinned victoriously.
"That's it, kitten. Come for me."
He groaned when her insides coiled around his cock, providing that extra push for them to come together.
No matter how much control he had, their mate bond allowed him to feel Talia's emotions, and when her orgasm washed over him, he would tip over the edge with her.
After a few last shaky thrusts, Damon plopped on the bed next to Talia.
Damn! It was five days how they were going at it, and his cock felt raw. Did he sustain an injury? But more importantly, "How are you feeling, kitten?"
Talia smiled goofily and curled by his side. "Better," she responded.
