Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 105: Special Lunch [M]

"Sweetheart, if you keep doing this ..." Damon cupped her face gently, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I might eat you for lunch instead."

"I don’t mind," Charlotte replied with a shy but teasing smile. Instead of pulling away, her fingers wandered slowly down his chest, undoing his buttons one by one until his shirt was completely open.

She rested her hands on his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palms. "But if you’d rather not," she whispered playfully, "I can always go get you a proper lunch."

As she started to slip away, Damon caught her by the waist, holding her firmly but with care. His hands slid under her dress, his warm touch sending tingles up her thighs.

"I think I’d rather have this kind of lunch," he murmured, flashing a wicked smile.

Before he could go further, Charlotte gently stopped him. "But, Damon," she whispered, cheeks flushing, "do you mind if we use protection this time? I... I’m just not ready for another baby yet."

The playful glint in Damon’s eyes softened, replaced by pure tenderness. He pulled back slightly and brought her hands to his lips, kissing them gently.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, kissing her knuckles, "you don’t even have to ask." His voice was gentle and full of love. "This is your body, your choice. I would never, ever push you."

"Then ... should we buy the protection first?" Charlotte’s cheeks turned even redder. "I can go and buy it."

"No need." Damon chuckled softly, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket that was hanging on the nearby chair. He pulled out a small foil packet. "I always carry one, just in case."

"T-Then... should we buy it first?" Charlotte mumbled, cheeks burning. "I can go and get it."

"No need." Damon chuckled, reaching into his jacket hanging on the nearby chair. He pulled out a small foil packet. "I always carry one. Just in case."

Charlotte blinked. "You... always carry one?"

Damon grinned. "Well, I need a special size. Most hotels wouldn’t have anything that fits comfortably. I like to be prepared."

Prepared to take her anytime, anywhere?

Charlotte, honestly, didn’t mind at all.

Without warning, Damon flipped their positions, pinning Charlotte beneath him. Her skirt bunched up to her waist, revealing her red panties to his hungry eyes.

"Red suits you, sweetheart," he whispered, trailing his fingers along the edge, sending a shiver through her.

It didn’t take Damon long to undress her. Their clothes ended up scattered across the floor, all tangled and forgotten because really, who cared about the mess when Charlotte’s eyes were stuck on Damon’s perfect muscles?

Her hand moved on its own, resting on his stomach. The hard, warm muscles under her touch made her cheeks burn with heat.

She couldn’t help but stare, completely drawn to him.

Meanwhile, Damon was no better than her. His eyes were filled with lust, making him look like a starving wolf.

He leaned down, planting soft kisses along Charlotte’s neck, slowly making his way to her breast.

His hand gently cupped one of her breasts, while his mouth claimed the other, making her gasp.

Damon’s tongue swirled around her sensitive peak, teasing and tasting, pulling a soft moan from her lips.

He could feel her heartbeat racing under his hand, her breast pressing eagerly against his palm as he gently squeezed and kneaded it.

His mouth was hungry, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

He nuzzled and sucked, leaving little red marks on her skin. His large hand easily covered her breast, his thumb drawing slow circles around her hardening nipple.

Charlotte’s back arched on its own, pushing herself closer to him, craving more.

The heat between her legs grew stronger, her core tightening with need.

Without thinking, she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, begging without words for him not to stop.

Damon let out a low growl as Charlotte pulled him closer, the sound vibrating against her skin and sending a wave of pleasure through her.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, licking, sucking, and biting just enough to make her whimper.

"Nghh, Damon," Charlotte whimpered, biting her lower lip as her hips moved on their own, the heat between her legs only getting worse. "I need you ... down there too."

Damon chuckled softly, but there was nothing innocent about the way his eyes darkened.

"Oh, you’ll have it, sweetheart," he whispered.

Without wasting another second, his hand slipped lower, finding her swollen, sensitive clit. The moment his fingers touched it, Charlotte gasped, her whole body trembling and then melting under his touch.

Damon rubbed it slowly, making small circles to tease her before pressing harder, causing Charlotte to jolt in pleasure.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, watching her every reaction closely, loving every little sound that escaped her lips.

He leaned in, kissing her neck as his fingers kept sliding up and down her wet core, driving her crazy.

Charlotte couldn’t stop the moans slipping past her lips, her hips moving in time with his touch. The pleasure was too much and yet not enough. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, needing more.

"Damon, please ..." she breathed out, eyes glazed with desire.

"I need to prepare you first," Damon whispered against her skin before kissing her bare shoulder again and again, trailing up until he claimed her lips. His kiss was deep and consuming, stealing the very breath from Charlotte’s lungs.

The moment Damon’s fingers sped up, circling and pressing against her clit just right, Charlotte shattered. She cried out, clinging to his shoulders as her entire body trembled.

The pleasure hit her like a wave, making her feel like she was drowning in it, helpless but wanting more.

Her moans echoed through the hotel room. Her hips jerked wildly against the bed, desperate for relief, while her back arched high.

As the clear liquid flowed from her core, Charlotte panted heavily, feeling relieved that she could finally release her first orgasm after such a long time.

But unlike her, Damon’s thick manhood was still standing tall and hard. It twitched slightly, as if it too was impatient to return to its rightful home.

"Sweetheart, how about you take the lead today?" Damon said with a soft smile, tearing the condom open with his teeth before handing it to Charlotte. "We haven’t used one before, so maybe you’ll feel better if you’re the one who puts it on."

Charlotte hesitated for a second, but eventually took the condom from his hand. She gave a small nod. "Okay ... I’ll try, but I’m not sure I’ll be any good at it."

Damon chuckled and kissed her cheek. "What are you talking about?" he whispered. "I’ve never once been disappointed whenever I get a taste of you."

Her face burned at his bold words. Flustered, Charlotte quickly looked away. "T-Then ... you need to lie down first."

Damon obeyed without question, lying back against the pillows, watching her with his gray eyes. Charlotte swallowed hard, feeling nervous but also excited as she climbed between his legs.

With shaky hands, she unrolled the condom, her fingers brushing against his hard manhood, making Damon held his breath for a second.

"You’re doing just fine, sweetheart," he murmured, giving her a soft smile that somehow only made her feel hotter.

Slowly, carefully, Charlotte slid the condom down, covering him fully. The heat of his skin and the size of him made her cheeks flush even more. Damon groaned low in his throat, clearly loving every second of her touch.

"I’m not sure about this," Charlotte admitted softly, her cheeks burning. "I might make you uncomfortable."

Damon chuckled. "You won’t know unless you try, sweetheart."

Before she could say anything else, he playfully tapped his hard length against her stomach, making her gasp in surprise.

"Come on, just try to ride me," Damon said gently.

Charlotte’s words caught in her throat, too shy to answer. Without wasting more time, she did as he asked.

Positioning herself on her knees, she carefully guided Damon’s hard length to her wet entrance. Her legs spread wider, and with a deep, shaky breath, she used her hands to help herself open up for him.

Damon’s eyes darkened as he watched her. "That’s it," he whispered, encouraging her gently. "You’re doing so well."

Slowly, Charlotte lowered herself onto Damon, a soft moan slipping from her lips as his thick length stretched her tight walls. She took him in, inch by inch, her body clenching and fluttering around him with every movement.

Once he was fully inside her, she froze, breathing heavily as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness within her.

Damon gently rubbed her thighs, his eyes locked on her. "Take your time, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and tender. "You feel incredible."

Charlotte nodded weakly, still catching her breath. The way he filled her up made her head spin, but the soft circles Damon drew on her thighs helped calm her racing heart.

Slowly, she started to move, lifting her hips just a little before sinking back down. The sensation pulled a deep groan from Damon, his hands gripping her waist firmly but not forcing her, letting her set the pace.

"That’s it, sweetheart," he whispered, voice strained with desire. "Just like that."