Free Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire

and fast right now, he’d be the one drowning.
    He pumped his hips and fucked her, driving deep with each thrust. Many women couldn’t handle his size, but Caitie molded around him as though made for him. Just him.
    Her breathy cries turned to whimpers. “So good,” she moaned. Her fingers splayed open, clutching and releasing the comforter. “More.”
    He went deeper, felt her shudder and draw him in, felt her acceptance as she took all of him. And lost control. He loved the way her eyes glazed with passion, with need. For him. Her back arched and she threw her head back, exposing the smooth column of her neck.
    Damon filled her, moved as one with her. Caitlin’s cries fill the room. She gripped his cock with her pussy. He felt the flare of ecstasy building deep inside her.
    His angle and his size allowed him to stroke that sweet spot that he knew would set off mini explosions in her clit. He held her legs firm. She rocked and clenched her muscles, matching his pounding rhythm. “Look at me.” She obeyed. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, and his arms bulged when he dropped onto his hands, his mouth inches from hers. “With me, Caitlin. With me. Say my name when you come. Scream my name.”
    “Now, Damon. Take me again.” She gripped his shoulders, her fingers trailed down his back, her nails scraping.
    He shuddered, and his thrusts turned frantic. Blood pounded in his ears, his groin, and even deep in his wound, the pain adding an edge to the lust driving him to pump harder and faster.
    “Damon!” She screamed his name when he plunged harder and faster with the intensity of a man driven over the edge.
    “Now. Now. Now.” His shouts echoed around her.
    She screamed his name over and over as he shot them both high, into a void filled with white heat and sparks of color, their own private firework display.
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    Damon cradled Caitlin in his arms. He’d fallen on the bed, she’d wrapped her arms around him, and in a tangle of arms and legs, he’d drawn her close, pleased when she put her head on his chest and promptly fell asleep. He ran his hand along the curve of her side, dipped into the valley of her waist, and caressed the swell of her hip.
    He retraced his movement, finding it soothing to touch her. He envied her ability to sleep so soundly and peacefully. He smiled and brushed his lips across her forehead. Caitlin Olsen was nothing like he’d figured. He’d been prepared for a confident woman, a woman used to being in charge of her life. And he’d gotten that and so much more.
    He bit back a chuckle when he remembered how she’d come through the door with fire in her eye and an attitude big as the moon on her shoulders. His first impression had been that they were a bad match, that Bryce and Glorie were wrong in their assessment of her and the weekend would not work out.
    It had taken less than ten minutes for her to pique his curiosity. Twenty for him to decide he wanted her at any cost, and now, after two intense hours, he wasn’t sure three days would be enough.
    She shifted in his arms, sighed in her sleep, and threw one leg over his. He winced at the brief flash of pain that jangled the nerves in his thigh but didn’t shift her. He liked having her draped over his body. It’d be so simple to stroke her ass and cup her dark mound. Maybe he’d wake her nice and slow and take them both on a leisurely ride. No, better not . Let her sleep. He had a big evening planned.
    Drawing her closer, he rubbed his cheek on her silky hair and grinned. She’d lived up to his expectations this afternoon. As a Dom, he’d pushed her hard, intending to break through her need to control. He’d needed to know if she would submit and where her boundaries lay.
    And what a surprise he’d received. She challenged him, pushed him to the breaking point all while submitting completely. He’d earned her trust. He couldn’t have asked for more, yet he wanted more.
    If their earlier session was about control