Chapter 91

The oil was drizzled over the crack of my ass. I felt the cool liquid sliding down toward the wet feeling Damien had left on me. Something was spreading the oil up and down and it was not Bane's hands. He was coating his cock in the oil as he rubbed against me.

A quick thrust forward made me want to pull away, but I didn't. He'd aimed himself well and driven past the tight ring of muscle with one solid push. I moaned and cried out at the intrusion.

Bane didn't stop, but he slowed himself. He passed a hand, in long soothing strokes, over my back.

"Hands on the bed, Ciara," he ordered.

Glad to have some control of my own balance, I eagerly did as he asked. He used my increased steadiness to press himself fully into my body. I heard his groan of pleasure as he buried himself completely.

As usual he had me feeling stuffed, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Instead the sensation of fullness was erotic and sensual. My hands fisted in the blankets