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.