Warning! Mature content.
Eloise's head fell back as she drew close to her climax. She continued to match Damien's movements, wrapping her legs around him to pull him back to her each time he pulled out.
The sound of Damien's grunts and the low, rough calls of her name in a tone she only ever heard when they were alone were music to her ears.
"Damien," Eloise called his name, knowing it would stir his feelings just as it did her own.
Damien answered with a kiss to her cheek, his lips moving skilfully against her flushed skin. The necklace brushed his throat, reminding him it was still there.
He pulled back, though his thrusts didn't stop. He looked down at Eloise's flushed face, at the necklace resting so beautifully against her neck. Despite their movement, it hadn't slipped once.
The necklace suited her perfectly, and in this moment, with how it looked on her, Damien wanted to gift her far more necklaces so he could have a different one on her every morning.
