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I stroked along his forearm, his muscles contracting under my touch. “Sorry to concern you.”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
He was quiet for a moment, then he tightened his arm, drawing me close to his chest. His hard, chiseled chest I missed so much. “My married friends inform me if their woman says she’s fine, she is anything but. Talk to me, Raven. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I looked at the dark water, watching the waves break on the sand, the gentle, pulling rhythm soothing. “Did what happened with Andy—him kidnapping me—change how you see me, Damien?”
He didn’t respond right away. Then his answer broke my heart. “Yes.”
Tears welled in my eyes at the pain the simple word caused me. Then he spoke again.
“I always thought you were brave and amazing before. That you fought to stay that way and came out of that room even stronger made me realize just how incredible you are. I am in awe of you, Raven. And more in love with you than I ever was.”
His declaration shocked me. I turned in his arms, resting my head back on his shoulder and meeting his gaze. I touched the side of my face that was still healing. “I thought maybe my scars might change your mind.”
He covered my hand. “These will fade, Raven. We all have scars. They show we survived something. A mark on your face doesn’t change anything for me.”
“But you haven’t touched me. Kissed me. You haven’t made love to me since then.”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and nuzzled it. “I didn’t want to rush you, baby. I wanted you to heal. I worry about hurting you. Is that what’s upsetting you? You think I don’t want you anymore?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing could be further from the truth. I want you as much now as before. More.”
“I thought maybe you only saw me as a victim now.”
“You aren’t a victim. You’re a survivor. Fierce. Strong. And you’re mine. You always will be.”
“Then make me yours again, Damien. I want—”
I never finished my sentence. He crashed his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding in and taking control. He banded his arms around me tight, holding me close. He deepened the kiss, moaning into my mouth. It became carnal, wet, intoxicating. My head swirled, my body lighting up for him. With him. Everything else faded away. Except him. Us. The need growing between us. He stood, lifting me with him, his mouth never leaving mine. I clung to his neck, not wanting our mouths to separate. He carried me into our room, setting me on my feet, plucking at the bows on my shoulders that held up my dress. I yanked down his shorts, feeling his cock, hard and hot between us. He tore his muscle shirt down the middle, our lips still locked together. He lifted me again, and I wrapped my legs around him, groaning at the sensation of him nudging at my entrance. He lowered us to the mattress, his body pressing into mine, and he slid into me, slowly stretching me, filling me until we were flush.
He dragged his mouth to my ear. “Now I’m home,” he whispered. “Inside you.”
“Damien,” I pleaded. “Please. I need you.”
He began to move, long, leisurely thrusts of his hips. Taking his time. Not wanting to hurt me. I gripped his neck. “More. I’m not made of glass. Show me how much you want me.”
He covered my mouth with his again and began to move. Faster. Harder. Lifting my ass and sliding in deeper. He kissed my mouth, neck, ears, and chest. Sucked at my nipples until they were wet and glistening. Swiveled his hips and hit me exactly where I needed. Mumbled words of praise and love. Groaned and hissed in pleasure as I licked and bit at his chest and neck, clutched his shoulders, pulled on his hair. I arched my back, taking him as deep as I could, crying out in the pleasure of it.
My orgasm grew like the waves outside. Slow, continuous building. Then it crested, the ecstasy so great I cried out his name, gripping him hard. He buried his face in my neck, his long groan of gratification low and satisfied as he climaxed. He stilled and rolled, sliding from me. He pulled me to his chest, breathing hard. We were quiet for a moment, recovering.
“Does that put your fears to rest, Ms. Raven?” he asked.
“It was a good start.”
He chuckled, tucking me closer. “I’m sorry I made you feel as if I didn’t want you, Raven. I always want you. I was trying to give you time.”
“I don’t need time, Damien. I need you. I always need you.”
He pressed a kiss to my head.
“I want to leave the past behind us and move forward. Together. I don’t want what he did to define us. I wantusto define us.”
He sat up, and we faced each other. “We do define us, Raven. Our love defines us. However it started, what we have is us. It’s all I want.”
