“So when you told me that George could not be yours…” she murmured, realization dawning on her.
“I meant that it truly was an impossibility,” he finished for her, his fingers wrapping possessively around her throat. “I was waiting for you.”
Affection, bright and intense, burned through Caroline’s chest. With a quickness, she tightened her arms around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss; still in awe of how close she had been to ruining everything.
“I love you, Caroline,” Damien rasped as their lips parted and their foreheads came together. “I have loved you for a very long time. I just am not very good at revealing such emotions.”
“Damien...” she breathed, affection spreading throughout her entire body. “I am sorry that I made it so hard for you to showme your feelings.”
Damien drew her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.
“Let us forgive each other then,” he implored. “And move on with a fresh start.”
Caroline only nodded, her throat too thick with emotion to speak.
They stayed intertwined for a long time, simply relishing in not just the feel of one another, but the acceptance of the other’s true feelings.
“I suppose we should at least try to make a brief appearance downstairs,” Damien sighed after a while. He pulled back, and Caroline giggled as she saw his mischievous grin. “And I meanverybrief. I mean to spend most of the night and tomorrow morning spoiling you with pleasure until you cannot think straight.”
Desire surged through Caroline’s veins at his words, and already she was regretting bringing up the party at all. Still, after a long, lingering kiss, they left the bed, and after Damien fixed her hair, he helped her back into her corset and gown.
“Are you sure you cannot remember anything about the woman who brought you George?” Caroline asked once they were both dressed again. “Anything at all?”
Damien shook his head.
“Perhaps I would recognize her if I saw her, but honestly, I do not remember anything. As I said, you are the only woman I have thought of for a very long time.”
Caroline leaned up on her tiptoes, stealing one more kiss. Then they left her rooms to pay Jeremy and his guests a very,veryshort visit.
Chapter 28
“Wake up, angel,” Damien whispered in Caroline’s ear.
Warmth spread through his chest as her naked form stirred to life. Beneath the sheets that covered them, he felt her backside push into his cock as she arched her back and stretched, letting out the most sinful whimper as she did so. With a groan, he tightened his arm around her waist and tugged her down, seating his pulsing erection between her warm, wet thighs.
“No, no mornings,” Caroline complained softly.
Yet even so, he could hear the smile in her voice; he could feel the way she teasingly wriggled against him. He chuckled huskily before dipping his head down to playfully bite her neck and reply, “I am afraid so. The day awaits us.”
This had been their start to every morning for the last week, and Damien accepted that it was his own form of heaven on earth. They now shared a bed just as they shared their bodies, and every night he went to sleep with Caroline in his arms, warming him to his very soul and giving him some of the best rest hehad ever had in his life. Hers too, it seemed, for there were no more nightmares; no more nights where he had pressed his ear to their shared wall and listened to her terrified whimpers, just wishing he could go to her and make her feel better.
That was all over now.Thiswas their life. No torture. No ache or misunderstandings. Just love. And trust.
He slid himself inside her passage, already hot and wet and waiting for him, and he reveled in the moan that poured through her throat as her fingernails bit into his muscled forearms. Slow, long, wet strokes and soft rasping breaths filled the air as they made love one more time before they started their day.
Then a knock came at Caroline’s door.
“Go away!” Damien snarled, then sank himself into his wife again as he clamped his hand around her mouth, stifling the moan he had earned.
“I must insist you get out of that room!” a woman’s voice called from the other side.
Damien growled in annoyance. Whoever was on the other side of that door was about to lose their job, and maybe their life.
“I said, go away!” he yelled, but the knocking persisted. Then a moment later, the maid, who had obviously gone mad, began to sing a song that was apparently familiar to Caroline.
Caroline pushed out of his arms with a gasp, pulling her body from Damien’s so fast that he let out a tortured groan as he shoved his fist into his mouth and bit down on his knuckles.
“Elara?” Caroline asked, revealing her perfect body as she stood up from the bed. From the door, a giggle sounded.
