Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 47: Overwhelming Pleasure [M]

Charlotte could barely think, her body arching into him, craving more. "I’m yours," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Damon growled low in his chest. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper, more intense. The pleasure coiled inside her, building higher with every roll of his hips. His hands roamed over her body, gripping, exploring, owning every inch of her.

He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as he drove her closer to the edge. "I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to," he promised, his voice rough against her lips.

When Damon told her he wouldn’t be gentle with her in bed anymore, he meant it.

He was rough—undeniably so—but never reckless. His roughness didn’t mean to hurt her, it never crossed the line into danger.

Every thrust, every touch was controlled, and whenever Charlotte pushed him even slightly, he immediately slowed down, silently asking if she was okay.

Amidst his desire, Charlotte could still feel his tenderness. He would constantly kiss her—her lips, her forehead—his fingers threading through her hair in a soothing caress, as if calming her amidst his wild move.

Even as he moved with passion, there was tenderness in the way he touched her, like she was something to be cherished, not just claimed.

His warmth surrounded her, consuming her, and with every thrust, every kiss, she felt herself sinking deeper into him, into this connection neither of them could deny.

"Damon ..." she whispered, her voice breathless, her hands gripping his back as if afraid he might slip away.

After their first release together, Damon pulled her close, guiding her to sit on top of him. His hands roamed up her back, fingers tracing her spine as he pressed his lips against her neck, sucking gently before nipping at her sensitive skin.

Charlotte shivered, her breath hitching as his touch sent a new wave of heat through her. She could still feel him inside her—hot, thick, and ready for more.

She moved her hips, rising and sinking onto him, feeling the thick head of his manhood stretching her with every motion. The pleasure was overwhelming, each movement sent pleasure to all over her body, making her moans over and over again.

Damon’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers pressing into her skin as he groaned. "Yes, move just like that, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice deep and husky. "Take me deeper."

Charlotte bit her lip, her hands bracing against his chest as she obeyed, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles.

The sensation was intoxicating, his heat, his size, the way he filled her so perfectly. She could see the way his muscles tensed, the veins in his arms standing out as he fought for control.

"Damon," she breathed, her nails digging into his skin as she quickened her pace.

He growled in response, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her down into a desperate kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, tongues tangling, breath mingling as their bodies moved as one.

"You feel so damn good," he muttered against her lips, his other hand trailing down to grip her thigh, helping her to move faster.

Charlotte moaned into his mouth, lost in the sensation, the pleasure building higher and higher. She could feel it creeping up, that sweet, intoxicating high that had her clinging to him, wanting more, needing more.

Not long after, a wave of pleasure crashed over her, making her body tense and tremble. Her legs quivered as she released, her essence spilling between them.

A cry of pure ecstasy escaped her lips, her fingers tangling into Damon’s hair, pulling him closer as he sank his teeth into her neck once more.

The sharp sensation mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, sending another shudder through her. Damon groaned against her skin, his tongue flicking over the fresh bite, soothing the sting as he held her tightly against him.

"You’re incredible," he said, his breath hot against her ear. His hands roamed over her back, stroking her soothingly as she came down from her high, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.

Charlotte collapsed against his chest, her heart pounding erratically. "You ... you really don’t hold back," she murmured.

Damon chuckled, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. "I told you, sweetheart. Once we start, I can’t stop."

She lifted her head slightly, meeting his intense gaze. His gray eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else—something softer.

He craved her.

Charlotte smiled, cupping his face gently. "Then don’t stop."

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he flipped her onto her back, caging her beneath him. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss, reigniting the fire between them.

He wasn’t done with her yet.

All night, until the fireplace dimmed to glowing embers, they remained tangled in each other—rolling across the bed, biting, tasting, devouring like ravenous wolves.

Charlotte had lost count of how many times Damon had made her fall apart beneath him, how many times his name had left her lips. His touch, his mouth, his body—they consumed her, leaving no space for anything else.

Her skin was marked with his love—faint bruises from his lips, possessive bites along her neck and shoulders, proof of his claim.

And yet, despite all of that, despite the way he fucked her over and over, there was always a gentleness in the way he kissed her afterward.

As the night stretched on, exhaustion finally began to pour down on them. Damon pulled her into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as their bodies remained entwined.

"Did we overdo it?" Damon asked, panting as he ran his fingers through his tousled hair.

Charlotte lay against his arm. She let out a breathy chuckle. "Don’t you think it’s a little too late to be asking that now?"

Damon chuckled, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "I suppose so," he admitted, tilting his head to press a lazy kiss against her damp forehead. His fingers traced idle patterns along her spine.

Charlotte let out a contented sigh. "I don’t think I can move," she murmured, nuzzling into the warmth of his arm.