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Our eyes lock, as he enters me, his hips slow, and we make love, sweet and gentle until we come undone again, together.
What we share is a combination of endless love and complete abandon. In his arms, with his love surrounding me, there is no reason for me to feel anything but loved—something I need to remember when jealousy rears its head.
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The morning sun rays dance on my lashes as he pecks my face, and I wake up smiling. I climb on top of him, kissing down his toned chest. He grabs my bottom and picks me up. I cross my legs around him, as we scramble to the shower. Our kisses turn to pure need. He slams me against the wall, thrusts himself inside, and I scream from the sheer intensity. My legs wobble when I come, and he holds me until he finds his release too. He places his forehead on mine, his mouth lifting into a lopsided grin.
“Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, sex machine,” I say, losing myself in his eyes, and trail a finger down his chest.
“I’m sorry.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
“Your humble, pleasure servant.”
He bows, and I slap him playfully on his chest.
“You’re such an idiot sometimes.”
“Is this your way of saying you love me? Because you’re sending mixed signals right now.”
I laugh again and shake my head at him as he waggles his eyebrows at me.
“We’ll be late.”
“You’re my woman. I have to keep you satisfied. And I’m a man. It’s not like I can skip such an open invitation to ravish you. It would be a blasphemy.” He peers at me from under his lashes, eyes sparkling with mischief as he drags my nipple between his teeth, and I burrow my fingers in his back.
“I think what you just said is blasphemy in its own right.”
“What can I say? I’m a sinner. But somehow, I’m sure you’re my absolution.”
Chapter Fifteen
BRIA
I style my hair in soft curls and apply light makeup—just a dab of foundation, some blush, and mascara. There’s no point in putting lipstick on, Damien would eat it off my lips right away.
Glowing skin, and beaming face reflect back from the mirror. I step inside the dressing room where I find my man—sex on legs—in a tight, black V-neck shirt, some dark blue fitted jeans, and barefoot. I raise on my tiptoes and weave my hands through his hair, arranging it in a sexy mess. My gesture reminds me of another time, and he smiles at me as if thinking the same thing, love stretching between us. I’m the one he grew up with and shared his heart, dreams, secrets, plans, and now life. No one could ever have what he gave me a long time ago. I jump in his arms as he catches me, caging me in protectively.
“I love you so much, Damien.”
He kisses me and holds me, letting his gentleness answer for him. After I wriggle from his hold, I pick up a dark blue set of underwear and decide on an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and some loafers. With his appreciative looks I feel beautiful. By now, I believe I could wear a sack, and he would find it appealing. I chuckle at the image. We grip our suitcases, and when I glance at my watch, we rush out of the condo.
We reach the jet, where everyone is inside waiting for us, and we apologize for the delay.
Damien clicks my seat belt on me as Filip and Alex roll their eyes at us. Sophia giggles, while Sarah stares from us to them. I find it sweet and raise my head and kiss him fully on the lips. Alex groans, Filip gestures that he will throw up, Sophia raises her thumbs at us, and Sarah suppresses a smile.
My eyes land on my parents and Quinn engrossed in a conversation, getting along well.
With the jet chasing the horizon, Damien leans in to kiss me, then unbuckles and heads back to where his parents sit on the plush couch and takes a seat next to them. Their relationship overcame the strain of what he did, and relief courses through me as my future in-laws gaze at him with adoration. I am glad they put it behind as I know Damien would forever feel guilty to have played with their trust.
Filip plops on the vacant seat next to me, and I cuddle myself to him.
I take a deep breath and inhale the familiar scent of my brother, a combination of woody notes and his natural scent. Sophia leans into Alex’s embrace while he wraps his arm tenderly over her shoulders, closing his eyes for a second, and his grip on her tightens. As a bystander, I see clearly the caring, need, and fear, enveloping them in a bubble of their own. My Alex has some demons I don’t know about, and my heart aches. I had years in which I could have fought off every one and chased them away, but I stubbornly held onto my own instead.
My brother senses my turmoil, and it’s surreal the recognition of our connection. I touch his deep frown away and lean in.
