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She spied a bruise on his chest, and another on his ribs. Saying nothing, she bent to kiss them, treating him with all the tenderness he’d offered her. How could she not? He’d earned these wounds saving her.

He reached down, cupped her chin in his hands and pulled her up until they stood face-to-face. “Don’t worry about me,” he ordered. “I’d give my right arm for none of that to have happened to you.”

She heard the conviction, and believed he was serious. Viv threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again, overwhelmed by the depths and facets of this man.

He didn’t have to carry her to the bed. Instead, she pushed him until his legs hit the edge. He collapsed onto his back, bringing her with him. They rolled around in the sheets, kissing, their bare limbs entwining, hands caressing, bodies pressing together in pure, helpless longing.

“You are the most beautiful thing God ever put on this earth,” Damien said as he rolled over her and gazed down at her. He bent to kiss her jaw, tasting his way down her throat, pressing his lips in the hollow. His hands were magical, gliding up her sides, and then down her hip.

She moaned when he moved his fingers to one thigh, lifting her leg so he could play with the back of her knee. It was an erogenous spot she’d never even recognized in herself, and Viv whimpered as he slowly—ever so slowly—traced a path up her thigh toward her sex. But he didn’t give her the deeper caress she wanted, instead moving right by her damp curls so he could stroke her soft belly.

“Damien, please,” she begged.

“Shh,” he ordered. “Trust me.”

She did, of course, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want... “Oh, God, yes,” she cried as he moved his mouth to her breast. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, wetting it, and then drew the taut peak between his lips to suckle her with exquisitely tender passion. Viv twined her hands in his hair, arching up toward him, loving the sensations he brought forth.

He continued down her body, worshipping her with his mouth and his tongue. She was a live wire of energy, trembling beneath his expert touch. When he reached her sex and his warm lips stroked her clit, she cried out and lost herself to a long, low orgasm. He was kissing her mouth again before the final pulses of it had left her.

He settled between her parted thighs and gazed into her face. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

“I know,” she said, arching toward him in silent invitation.

He sank into her—hot, hard man melting into soft, willing woman. Viv wanted to cry at the perfection of it. He filled her in every possible way, not just the physical. Though, the physical was absolutely fabulous, too.

Damien seemed to catch her building excitement. While he was no less careful with her, he was unable to stop himself from pulling out and thrusting into her, hard, burying himself to the hilt.

“God, yes,” she cried, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as he thrust his cock into her body. She was wrapped around him, joined with him, as much a part of him as she was of herself.

It was magical, utter bliss. And this time when she cried out her ultimate pleasure—a powerful, shattering climax that broke her apart—he came with her, plunging deep once more and filling her with every part of himself.

* * *

COLLAPSING TOGETHER IN a heap, they slept for a while. Damien hadn’t gotten much rest in the past two nights. He’d been too focused on watching her, making sure she was all right. Now, though, it seemed certain that she was fine and getting better by the moment, he relaxed. He kept her in his arms, not wanting her more than a few inches away, and fell asleep smelling her hair and hearing her soft breaths.

Unfortunately, he didn’t awaken the same way.

“Who... Viv?” he mumbled, waking up to the sound of voices. Several voices. Women’s voices.

He glanced to the other side of the bed. It was empty. She’d gotten up from their brief nap without waking him.

“Are you trying to say you won’t allow me to visit my son? Who do you think you are?”

Damien’s eyes saucered as that voice hit his eardrums and scratched into his brain. Maybe he was hearing a TV. He prayed he was hearing a TV.

“Damien!”

That was no television.

He launched out of bed, wondering who he had wronged in another life to bring his mother here, and to put her in the same room with Viv. If she didn’t scare off Viv unintentionally, she’d probably do it just for spite.

“I’ll be right out,” he called, yanking his jeans off the floor and pulling them on. He scooped his shirt into his fingers and stalked out of the bedroom, his eyes immediately searching for Viv.

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