Chapter 38 His Pretence

Damian’s breath hitched as her wet tongue swiped over the head of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He hissed, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping them open to watch her. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge and a promise of her devotion.
He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her, pushing deeper into her mouth. Aurora took him willingly, her eyes watering but her gaze never leaving his. The taste of him was intoxicating, the scent of their mingled arousal filling her nostrils. She could feel her own desire building again, despite her sore and bruised body.
Damian’s hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with a gentle rhythm. Aurora’s eyes fluttered closed, her focus solely on pleasing him. She could feel his tension building, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. It was a dance they had done many times before, a dance of dominance and submission.