I look up into his smoldering blue eyes, fighting to respond. He continues to rub, applying pressure on and off just to drive me mad.
I grab hold of his neck and shove my tongue in his mouth as my orgasm starts to peak. “My pussy is yours,” I heave between kisses. “I’m yours.”
“Mmm . . .” is Damon’s only response as he grabs onto my ass and shifts me slightly, driving harder, reaching deeper, fanning the flames of my orgasm until it is a full-on inferno.
I shatter like glass, coming right where he wants me to, all over his cock.
“Damon,” I cry out for him. “Damon, Damon.” I can't seem to get close enough to him even though we are as close as humanly possible. I cling to him as my mind and body fly apart, using him as my rock, as my stability, to survive the earth-damaging quakes.
“Baby . . . fuck . . . baby,” he groans, burying his face in my neck in what sounds like erotic distress, pumping his hips severely, steadily, jerking my body with his violent thrusts.
The aftermath is a beautiful chaos of pleasure. Of two people tumbling down an emotional rabbit hole they were never expecting.
Lying in Damon’s arms is the happiest of endings. His hold is almost as gratifying as sex.
We linger between consciousness and sleep. Bodies sated, minds nourished, hearts full.
Sunrise will mark the beginning of a whole new tomorrow. We will journey down a new road. One I’m anxious about, but also excited for.
I’m taking that leap of faith. The one Kira was so certain about.
At this very moment, my decision feels right.
Damon feels right.
Maybe my father was on to something. Maybe Damon was lost, and now, together, we can both find our way.
15
Damon
I watch Liv sleep.
She’s got her hands tucked adorably under her cheek like she’s praying. She’s peaceful, beautiful, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
I can’t stop staring. It’s like I’m obsessed.
No, I’m madly in love, and I’m addicted to the feeling. I’m addicted to Liv. I’m addicted to the idea of having a life with her. To waking up to this every single morning.
Today, I’m free. Free to become my own man without the shadows of my father’s mistakes following me around. Stalking me. Suffocating me.
Free to love freely.
“Why are you staring at me?” The corners of Liv’s lips curl up.
“Because I can.” I mirror her expression. “If we have kids, I want them to have your nose.”
Liv’s eyes fly open. “Kids? Jesus, Damon, let’s go on a proper date first.” She laughs.
“We can do that. I plan on taking you on a lot of dates.” I tuck a renegade piece of pink hair behind her ear. “And lots of bike rides. And club functions. I want to show you off, make everyone jealous.”
“No one is going to be jealous of me.” She hides her face in the pillow.
“When they see how happy you make me, they will be.”
She peeks up at me. “I like making you happy.”
“I like making you happy, too. Don’t ever doubt that. Promise?”
