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“I know.”
I pour more blood between us that Dami drinks up in between sucking my cock and biting my thighs. His thoughts are chaotic. There are so many things he wants to do with me, he’s overstimulated.
“Shh, lover,” I whisper, stroking his hair. “We have time for all of it.”
He nods, blinking the haze out of his eyes. “Right.”
Gripping my ankle, Dami rubs his cock against my hole, moaning loudly at the soft pull of my body, like a magnet attracted to its mate. As he slides inside me, a sound that is nothing but pure sex bubbles out of me, and his cock releases another stream of precum in response.
“I swear to every god you were made for me,” Dami whispers. “It’s the only way it could be this perfect.”
I part my lips in invitation and Damiano takes it, falling forward and tasting my kiss as he does his best to fuck me the way he innately knows I want and need.
I dig my sharp nails into his shoulders, lifting my hips to meet each punishing thrust Damiano gives. Not very passive pillow princess of me, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s what I need.
What we both need.
Somehow, in the flurry of intense fucking, I manage to splash more blood between us. Damiano hungrily licks it off every bit of skin he can reach, and my orgasm builds quickly as I rub the life essence into my chest.
I’m hit with one of Damiano’s memories, so I shake my head to stop it, sending a thought.
Only us.
Damiano nods, refocusing on my wrecked hole while I inhale his scent and marvel at his incredible face. Damiano bites into my calf, and the sensation pushes me over the edge. His cock pulses inside me, and we come together, writhing in each other’s arms.
Damiano collapses in my embrace, still thrusting inside me. He feels so good I wish it would never stop, but eventually he pulls out to worship my body with his tongue, licking up every drop of blood and cum spilled between us.
I watch him intently, my lips parted with thoughts I don’t know how to put into words.
“Do I please you still, my beloved?” Damiano asks, his tone dripping with concern and insecurity. That won’t do.
I nod, finally clearing my throat. “I was just…stunned, I guess. It’s been a long time…” I shake my head with a soft chuckle. “Actually, it’s only been you who knows just how to unravel me. Only you who pushes back the noise in my head. Only you who can make me let go like that. It hit me hard.”
“Your words give me life, Yves. I live for your happiness. All I want for the rest of this eternal walk is to be next to you, and to spend every ounce of energy I have on making you feel as loved as you are.”
“You’re my safe place, Dami.”
He brushes his fingers across my cheek. “And you are my everything.”
THIRTEEN
Damiano
A few hours later, after enjoying the solitude of Yves’s private deck, we head back to the main floor where a lot is happening. I spot Thorn and his mate dancing, with Raphael and Haven close to them. Syn and Bowie sit at our table, the two of them chatting and kissing between words. Eros and Justice are at the bar talking to Hale and another man. I don’t see Midnight or his mate or the two witches.
“Midnight is in a back room,” Yves explains. “He’s not into publicly showing off his mate sexually.”
“The jealous type?”
“Ever since he met Tru.”
“And the witches?”
Yves tilts his head slightly. “Kitchen. Making more potion, I think.”
“And your guest? Paolo. What of him?”
Yves shakes his head. “No idea. I have no natural connection to him.”
