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.