It’s barely a whisper, but his eyes go wide with understanding.
His room is spacious with black and gold décor, but it all seems to blur as we cling to each other. His soft lips press against mine as my hands grip his hair.
Mother, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.
Our movements are intentional, driven by an intense desire to be closer to one another. I don’t want to feel like two people in a fit of passion. It’s not enough to feel his touch. I need to be infused with him. I want to feel so connected that I don’t know the difference between his heartbeat and mine.
“I never stopped loving you,” he whispers, brushing my hair out of my face with his fingers. “My love may have been silenced, but it was never gone.”
I stop him with my kiss, worried that if he says another word, I’ll shatter into a million pieces. I don’t want to think about how he feels or how I feel or everything that has happened between us. I just want to be here.
Together.
My pulse quickens as his lips trail along the nape of my neck. He pauses, taking his time stroking my sensitive skin with his tongue and when he finally pulls away, his breath tickles me. I remove his jacket first before he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his hair in a wild mess that reminds me of the early mornings I would wake up next to him.
His movements are gentle and yet determined as he removes my clothes. Each step he takes forward moves us closer to the bed until the back of my knees hit the edge. I sit down on the soft sheets that feel like velvet against my bare skin. The way he’s looking down at me sends a wave of heat pulsating between my legs.
When I spread my knees, his gaze falls, and a wicked smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. I look up at him and slip a finger into his waistband, pulling him closer to me. Once I have him where I want him, I undo his pants, freeing him completely. I reach for him, but he stops me.
“I’ve got some making up to do.” His voice is low and husky in my ear as he repositions me on the bed using only one arm. “Where would you like me to start?”
“Here,” I say, lifting my foot in front of his face. I was only kidding, but his mouth is already sucking on my toe, and I can’t stop the laugher. “Now here.”
He removes my toe from his mouth and throws my leg over his shoulder, making his way to my inner thigh. I lie back, taking in the feel of his kisses and tongue on my skin. It feels familiar and yet new.
He takes his time, closing in on my wet opening that is beating with fervent need. Just when I think he’s going to make his claim, he pulls away, teasing me.
“Tell me where.”
He’s looking at me with pleading eyes, waiting for permission.
“Here.”
His jaw clenches as he watches my finger slowly run along the part of me that is slick with anticipation. I can tell by the way his eyes have locked on their target that it was the answer he was waiting for.
He wraps both of his arms around my legs and pulls me in closer. I lean back, but not before noticing his fingers lace through one another as a way of restraining himself.
Just the thought of me being the reason he has to work so hard to control himself makes my body heat. Quiet moans of pleasure escape me as his tongue circles around my clit that has a heartbeat of its own. His mouth touches every inch of me, tasting my need for him. I can’t stop my body from moving as he sucks on the part of me that needs release. His tongue strokes me in all the right places like he knows exactly what my body needs from him.
My mind seems to go dark as the desire for release grows stronger. Everything he does makes me lose more and more control. My body drips with insatiable hunger and he licks up every bit of me. His movements seem to quicken as if he knows I’m seconds away from exploding. I’m on the very edge whenhis fingers curl inside of me, claiming victory as a whimper slips from my lips.
I’m still panting when he towers over me with a look of accomplishment written all over his beautiful face. I reach up, running my hands through his soft, loose curls.
It wasn’t all a lie.
The Damien I loved still exists, and he’s here with me. There’s no curse or spell separating the two of us now. It’s just me and him. Both reborn as something different.Something new.
The muscles along his arm flex as he lowers himself down to kiss me. I run my hands over them, appreciating the hard work it took to form them. When he lifts himself back up, there’s a softness that wasn’t there a moment ago. He rolls to his side, bringing me with him.
As we lay next to one another, he grabs my thigh, pulling it on top of his. Our hands interlock above our heads while little space separates our bodies.
“I have to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything,” he reassures, running his fingers through my hair with his free hand.
I try to find the words, but I don’t know how to start. Ryder was the one to tell the others about what happened on that mountain the day of the Throne Room attack. I haven’t had to try to explain what I am to anyone yet.
Damien must sense my discomfort because he kisses my forehead and adds, “It’s okay, Reign. Just tell me.”
