Chapter 73

••• Victoria’s POV ••• Damien growled and kissed me roughly before I could say anything. He then trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my bare skin. He pressed himself against me, his body warm and firm against mine. "W-What are you doing?" I asked, trying to get my mind to focus again because his kiss and his touches made my brain turn into mush. He gently forced me up against the wall, his body pinning me in place as he swooped down and continued to ravage my already swollen lips. His hand moved up to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he pressed himself closer, as if he couldn't get enough of me. “As much as I want to paint your throat or face with my cum, I need to be inside you more, baby,” he murmured against my skin, his hot breath against my ear. “W-Wait, Damien,” I tried to protest, remembering his injured back when I was able to focus on his words. We couldn't be doing this now. He hasn't healed up yet. But my protests came out as soft gasps and moans