Chapter 43

Alison

The moment Damien’s lips touched mine, everything else faded away. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only him—his hands gripping my waist, his body pressing into mine, the heat between us consuming every last ounce of my body.

I melted into him, surrendering to the moment, to the fire that burned so intensely between us.

His touch was demanding yet gentle, his lips rough yet soft against my own.

I felt his hands roaming, exploring, claiming every inch of my skin as if he had been waiting for this moment just as much as I had.

My nipples, which were sensitive to his touch, hardened.

I watched as his hungry eyes linger on me. It showed how desperately he wanted to fuck me.

 

He pulled his pants and Immediately, he was done, His naked body glided on top of mine, and his lips found their way to my nipple. Slowly he sucked on them while spreading my legs open.

 

Damien pulled his lips from me, paying attention to my open legs.

I could see a drop of lust run through his eyes as he ran his hands between my legs, feeling the wetness.

 

I had wanted this, craved this, but nothing could have prepared me for the way my body reacted to him.

I gasped when he pushed himself inside me, filling me in a way that made me feel whole and undone at the same time.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I obeyed, locking eyes with him as he moved.

Slowly, he drove into me, and I called out his name, grabbing onto the sheets as a pleasurable feeling soared through me.

 

His slow movement turned to a fast thrust! I could feel his balls slamming beneath me and his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythmic movement.

I dug my nails into his back, my body arching toward him, needing him closer, deeper. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my mind slipping into a haze of nothing but him.

And then, with one final movement, he buried himself deep inside me, his grip on my waist tightening as he came undone.

My own release followed, my body trembling beneath him as I let out a soft, breathless cry.

Panting, he pulled out, collapsing beside me.

I turned my head to look at him, still lost in the moment, my body still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened.

Before I could say a word, he kissed me again, pulling me into another round, his hands igniting every nerve ending all over again.

We made love again, slower this time, exploring, savoring every touch, every kiss, until exhaustion finally took over.

I fell asleep in his arms, feeling safer than I had in a long time.

***

The next morning, I woke to the sensation of soft kisses being pressed against my skin.

I let out a small sigh, my eyes fluttering open. Damien hovered over me, his lips trailing along my collarbone, his hands already making their way down my body.

“Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice still husky with sleep.

I smiled, stretching beneath him. “Good morning.”

He was about to push the sheet away, ready to take me again when a loud knock on the door startled us both.

We froze.

Damien groaned, burying his face against my neck. “Who the fuck is that?”

I sighed, reluctantly sitting up. “I’ll get it.”

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, I pulled it over my head and padded toward the door.

The moment I opened it, I regretted it.

Gemma.

She didn’t wait for an invitation. She shoved past me, storming into the room.

“I knew it!” she spat, her eyes wild with anger. “I knew this was your plan all along!”

I frowned, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She spun to face me. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re trying to take him from me!”

I scoffed. “Take him from you? He’s not yours to take.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

With a shriek, she lunged at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it hard. I gasped, stumbling back as pain shot through my scalp.

“You bitch!” she screamed, shaking me violently.

Before I could react, before I could shove her off me, Damien was there.

He grabbed Gemma’s wrist, his grip so tight she yelped in pain.

“Let go of her.” His voice was low, deadly.

Gemma froze.

He removed her fingers out of my hair and shoved her back, his eyes filled with fury. “You have no fucking right to touch her.”

“She’s ruining you, Damien!” she shouted. “Have you forgotten who she is?”

Damien’s jaw clenched. “Get out.”

Gemma’s chest heaved. “You’re making a mistake.”

He stepped forward, towering over her. “Leave. Or I’ll personally throw you back on the streets where I found you.”

Her eyes widened, and I saw the anger in her eyes vanished

“You wouldn’t.” She said.

“Try me.”

For a long moment, she just stood there, her hands at her sides, and a look of disbelief taking over her face.

Then, finally, she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Silence settled over the room.

Damien exhaled heavily, raking a hand through his hair.

I stared at him. “What did she mean?”

He turned to me. “What?”

I crossed my arms. “She said, ‘Have you forgotten who she is?’ What does that mean, Damien?”

His expression hardened. “She’s just trying to get under my skin.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Forget about her.”

He moved closer, his hands sliding around my waist.

“Damien—”

He cut me off with a kiss.

I tried to resist, to push for answers, but his touch was intoxicating. I felt myself melting against him again, my body betraying my mind.

He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against mine.

“Now,” he murmured, his hands moving lower. “Where were we?”

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me back to bed.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. I let myself forget about everything, about who I was before Damien, about the thought of Aiden that tried to take over my mind.

For just this moment, there was only him.