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His eyes glow with determination and raw lust as he shoulders his way between my legs, spreading my knees. Damien puts his sinful mouth on me while his fingers drag moan after moan out of me.
I buckle under him, pleasure rolling over my entire body. His stubble scratches my skin, intensifying the heat. I moan his name as he licks every drop of my orgasm.
He rises and thrusts inside me, and I arch my middle to meet him. My hands fly to his back, my nails scratching down his hot skin. We crash over together in ultimate pleasure, and a satisfied smile parts my lips.
“I love you so damn much. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”
I catch a lone tear roll down his stunning face. I kiss it away and caress his jaw, reassuring him, “I’m here, baby.”
I lean my head on his chest while he caresses my back. Just us, forever us.
Chapter Five
BRIA
I wake and stretch under the sheet and pat the space beside me, finding it empty. I sit up and study his room—dark gray walls and black furniture—while the sun peeks from between the crack of thick curtains, casting light on the silver accents, and the big, open space.
A moment later, Damien steps inside the room, carrying a tray. The aromatic smell of Italian coffee tickles my nostrils.
“Good morning, love,” he rasps in that sexy, hoarse morning voice. His lips curve into a smile as he lays the plate with fresh croissants and strawberry jam on the bed and cocks his head at me.
“What does my baby think about the room?” he questions, teasing me.
I scrunch my nose, pointing toward the space in front of me.
“It’s very male.” He chuckles.
“It’s what I asked for originally, but you can do whatever you want with this place.”
I move to kiss him, forgetting about the coffee, but he pushes it aside before embracing me. His rich scent invades my senses while I kiss every spot on his gorgeous face.
“Let’s eat. I’m sure you are hungry.”
But instead of the cockiness I’m used to, there’s a note of concern in his tone. I hate it.
“Don’t, Damien. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I won’t allow you to think I’m weak because of my heart condition. Are we clear?”
I might sound harsh, but he acts like I might break any second. This attitude won’t help us move forward, not even a little. He threads a hand through his hair, his eyes pleading with me to understand.
“You might like to pretend your heart condition isn’t still life-threatening, but I won’t. You can make it so I don’t treat you like this by taking care of yourself. For instance, where’s your medicine?”
“At home,” I answer. A pang of guilt strikes as his features harden. But it doesn’t last because I know he has some here.
“This is precisely what I mean.”
“Damien . . .”
He sighs, and a wave of shame crashes over me, and I blurt out, “I’m sorry. You’re right, but I didn’t know I’d spend the night with you. I’m sure you have some here, anyway.”
He grips my hands in his and presses our foreheads together. “Please eat while I get your medicine.”
He hops off the bed, and I follow him with my eyes. There’s a certain sadness he carries with him as he backtracks from the room. “Don’t be like this. I’ll do everything in my power to stay alive. I came back for you from the dead once already.”
Over his shoulder, his eyes bore into mine.
“Prove it, Bria.”
He returns and hands two pills to me. I swallow them and show him my empty mouth. He stands there, head shaking.
