Page 26 of The Rancher’s Bride

“Fuck me.”

His breath breaks. “Again. Use my name.”

I turn my head and glare at him. “Fuck me, Damian.”

He pushes inside me. The fullness steals my breath. He fills me inch by inch, and I feel every bit of him as my pussy squeezes tight around him. He stops when he’s buried deep, his hips pressed firmly against my ass.

“You good?” he asks, his voice rough.

I barely have the breath to speak. “Uh huh.”

The first few strokes are slow, but that restraint doesn’t last. I push back to meet him, and something in Damian snaps. His grip tightens, and he begins fucking me faster, driving his cock deep.

Every thrust pulls a high sound from me. His mouth moves over my neck and shoulder, kissing, biting, dragging his stubble over my skin.

“Too much?” he asks.

“No. Give me more.”

“Greedy girl.”

“You’re the one who wouldn’t stop teasing me.”

He thrusts harder. “You complaining?”

I moan instead of answering.

“That’s what I thought.”

His hand slides around my curves and finds my clit again. The added pressure sends pleasure surging through me, tightening faster with every deep stroke of his cock.

I try to warn him, but the words come apart when he angles his hips and hits a spot inside me that makes my entire body jerk.

“There,” I gasp.

“I know.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

The pleasure builds until I can’t breathe around it, until the only thing holding me up is the strength of his body behind mine.

“I’ve got you,” he says against my ear. “I’m going to take care of you, beautiful.”

His words send me over the edge.

My pussy grips around his cock as I come, pleasure tearing through me so violently that my knees buckle. Damian catches me against his chest and keeps thrusting, dragging out every pulse. Then his rhythm turns rough and uneven. His control lasts only seconds longer.

“Fuck, Sabrina,” he rasps.

He drives into me one final time and holds himself deep, his forehead dropping against my shoulder as he comes. He groans my name again, and then again, and I feel it all over, like he’s claimed every last inch of me.

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EPILOGUE 1 – DAMIAN

3 MONTHS LATER

Icheck the time again. Ten forty-three.