Page 115 of Damián

Then, I bite him… hard.

Oliver moans, and I switch my teeth for my tongue, sucking and licking him until I mark him.

He moans and pants my name; his face is completely feverish with lust, but all I can stare at is the dark, undeniable bruise on his neck.

A mark I put there.

Mine…

I pass my thumb over the mark.

Oliver is mine…

And with that thought, I fall back against the couch and finish my climax with a loud groan.

After finishing, we stay still, breathing each other’s skin, feeling each other’s warmth. Once my heartbeat levels, I move back and smile at him, but he looks away.

Ouch…

“Was this also a mistake?” he asks, unable to look me in the eyes.

“Why would it be a mistake?”

“Oh, sorry… A fuck-up.”

“Ollie,” I take him by the chin and force him to look at me. “When I said I fucked up, I meant I fucked up on my professionalism because falling asleep tipsy, with no guns, no backup, and no plan, was incredibly irresponsible and dangerous.” I rest my forehead on his. “And when I said I’d never done it before, I wasn’t talking about fucking up the mission… I was talking about spending the night with someone.”

“You’ve never spent the night with anyone before?”

“Fall asleep and wake up in the morning with that person? No, I’d never done it… You’re my first.” I kiss his neck, and he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m your first something.” Oliver kisses my cheek and smiles. “If it makes you feel better… It was my first time spending the night with someone too.”

And just like that, all the stress, sadness, and fear I’ve felt these past few days vanish. I am left with nothing but the realization that I can’t make excuses anymore, or pretend that what I’m feeling is anything other than what it is.

I am falling in love for the first time in my life.

Fuck… falling in love makes you bipolar…

“Sorry, I panicked, Ollie.”

He nestles his body against mine. “Sorry, I misunderstood.”

“Did you mean it?” I ask, and caray… this is such a clingy, cheesy shit to ask, but I need to know the truth. “…You only want me?”

“I do. I only want you,” he says without hesitation, and the pressure in my chest lightens a lot.

“Then, what are you doing here, Ollie?”

“Technically, Zara and I are planning to smuggle a man and his family on Monday, drop them in the ocean, and let a boat fish them out so they can start their new life. One very far away from my father.”

I move back so I can look him in the eyes. “You what?!”

“Do you remember the list of the eighty-plus people I’ve ‘killed’?” he asks, and I nod. “Well… in reality, we take them out on a yacht and drop them in the ocean, where a standby team fishes them out and gives them plane tickets far away. Once our contact confirms they’ve safely reached their destination, Zara, or sometimes the both of us, will fly out to help them set up their new identities.”

“That’s why Zara has a ‘travel the world’ account?”

“Exactly. Rafael and my father think we are partying all over the world, but we are just… I guess, shipping people to safety.”