Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 127: You Can Use My Body [M]
Charlotte couldn’t breathe as Damon kissed her deeply, like her lips were the only thing that could ease the burning hunger inside him.
Maybe it really did soothe his hunger, because just moments ago, he had looked so weak that he couldn’t even stand.
But after devouring her lips, he suddenly had the strength to stand up and carry her into the bedroom without breaking their kiss.
Damon kicked the door open with his foot, not bothering to be gentle or worrying about whether he’d damage the hinges.
The only thing filling his mind at that moment was the need to consume Charlotte and make her cry out his name in bed.
Charlotte clung to him, her heart pounding as his lips moved from hers to her jaw, then down to her neck, where he inhaled deeply, like her scent alone could keep him alive.
He laid her down on the bed carefully, but his body trembled above her. She could tell he was fighting the primal instinct clawing its way out of him.
"Damon," Charlotte whispered, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. "You don’t have to hold back."
His eyes, faintly glowing with the heat of his Alpha rut, locked onto hers. "I don’t want to hurt you."
"You won’t," she promised softly. "I’d be fine."
That was all he needed to hear.
Damon leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. Then, as if something inside him finally snapped free, he kissed her again, but this time rougher and more desperate.
Charlotte didn’t hold back either. Maybe his pheromones had driven her a little crazy too, making her crave him just as much.
She kissed him back with just as fiercely, pouring every bit of her love into every touch, every breath, every heartbeat.
His hands fumbled with her shirt, pulling it with so much urgency that the buttons popped off and scattered to the floor.
Charlotte gasped softly, but she didn’t stop him.
There was nothing careful or patient about the way Damon touched her now. She knew that his desire had completely taken over him.
But even in the middle of his hunger, his eyes kept looking gently at her face, silently asking if she was okay.
Charlotte, who understood that look perfectly, reached up and whispered, "Don’t stop."
His lips crashed into hers again, and his hands slid along her waist, her stomach, up to her ribs.
Everywhere he touched, Charlotte felt her skin burn and become even more sensitive.
The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breaths, the rustling of clothes, and the soft creak of the bed beneath them.
He kissed down her neck, leaving a trail of red marks behind. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
When Damon’s thumbs brushed gently over her nipples, a soft moan escaped Charlotte’s lips. Her back arched instinctively, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
Without thinking, she parted her legs for him, silently begging him to take her, needing him just as desperately.
Damon groaned at the sight of her beneath him, like she was willing to give herself completely to him.
"You’re driving me insane," he whispered.
Charlotte lifted the corner of her lips, smiling playfully. "You can use my body all you want, Damon."
Damon let out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. "Don’t tempt me, sweetheart."
But even as she offered herself to him so boldly, deep down, she knew that she was also using him to chase her own pleasure. And right now, she wanted it just as much as he did.
In one swift motion, Damon slid her panties down and tossed them aside without a second thought, his gaze locked on hers the entire time like she was the only thing that existed.
When his fingers parted her folds, thick arousal spilled out, a clear sign that her body was more than ready to welcome him.
Her hole twitched as Damon rubbed her clit, teasing her with gentle strokes before flicking it a few times, making her moan and arch her back at the sudden surge of pleasure.
Damon smiled, clearly enjoying how her body responded to him. "You’re so sensitive," he murmured, lowering his head.
Without warning, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, flicking his tongue over her swollen bud and then sucking it gently.
She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling as waves of heat surged through her.
She could feel Damon pushing her clit upward with his tongue, exposing it completely to his relentless attention.
He sucked harder this time, and her entire body shook. When he slid two fingers inside her at the same time, the world tilted around her. Her moans turned into cries, and she could barely hold herself together.
"Damon! Damon! I-I can’t ... nghh," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation and overwhelming pleasure.
Instead of stopping, Damon only grew more eager to touch her.
His fingers curled inside her, searching for that spot that would completely break her, and when he found it, he pressed it again and again, pulling out sounds from her that she didn’t even know she could make.
Charlotte’s legs wrapped around his shoulders, her back arching as her moans turned breathless and desperate.
"Please ... please, Damon—"
Her voice broke into a cry as the climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her.
Damon’s lips still teasing her swollen clit until she was gasping for air, her body limp beneath him.
As she came for the second time in a row, Charlotte whimpered, her voice soft and shaky, her eyes shining with tears. "Please ... please put yours in now."
Damon lifted his head, his eyes blazing with desire, barely restraining the instinct to take her right then and there.
"You’re really ... really driving me insane, do you know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough.
He lifted one of Charlotte’s legs and rested it on his shoulder, then lowered his head and pressed a trail of kisses along her inner thigh.
"You make me lose control," he whispered against her skin, his lips brushing dangerously close to where she ached for him the most. "Every part of you ... fuck. You’re too sexy."
