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Now, we sit together in the dimming light of the evening with her head resting against my chest and my fingers entwined with hers. In this, at least, I find solace. In her warmth. I her proximity. I'll do whatever it takes to keep this peace, this normalcy for her. She murmurs something about dinner, her voice a soothing balm, but my thoughts are on the storm brewing beyond these walls, of the retribution that's coming. Yet, for her, for the life she carries within, I'll wear the mask of calm a little longer. I'll keep the fury at bay and let love be my anchor in the storm. Isabella lifts her head from my chest and searches my face.
"You look tired, Damien. You should get some rest," she says, her voice laced with concern. For a moment, I’m tempted by the thought of succumbing to slumber next to her.
"I'll get rest when you're safe," I reply, my voice low but firm.
The image of her being attacked a week ago by those thugs flashes in my mind. The rage at her vulnerability bubbles within me, but I suppress it.
She lets out a gentle sigh, an expression of exasperation and a challenge. "I'm fine. There's no need to watch me every second of the day," she insists tenderly. "Plus, when you're not here, you have like ten guards watching me. I'm safe."
I gaze at her, and my hand instinctively reaches up to rub down her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. "You are my wife. The mother of my unborn child," I murmur, allowing my deep-seated fears to color my words. "Your safety is my number one priority. I won't rest until I eliminate the threat."
Her green eyes hold a depth of understanding, yet she sighs before speaking again. “Tell me what you know. Maybe I can help.”
I shake my head, the motion a sharp dismissal of her offer. "No. I don't want you in this, love. It’s too dangerous, and I'd lose my mind if something happened to you," I say with a finality that I hope will deter her.
Isabella's eyes widen as she processes my words, searching my face for the truth of them. "You really mean that, don't you?" she asks with a whisper of vulnerability in her voice. “Love…”
Without a word, I pull her on top of me, our physical closeness an unspoken reassurance. Gently, I frame her face with my hands, forcing her to see the sincerity in my eyes.
"I think it’s time you realize just how much you mean to me, Bella," I say earnestly. "For a man who's lived in darkness, you're the only light I've ever craved. You've turned my world upside down, Isabella. I'll burn down anything that tries to take you from me."
She sucks in a breath, clearly taken aback by the intensity of my statement. I watch the emotions play across her face, seeing the moment she understands that this isn't just another protective measure. It's the confession of a truth she's never fully seen.
I sit here, holding her, and I can't help but think of all the ways I've tried to show her how vital she is to me. How central she's become to my world. It seems like every action and every decision has been a silent shout of that truth. As the thoughts churn in my mind, I realize with a jolt of frustration that it hasn't been enough for her to truly understand. She's the reason I'm gentler, the reason I pause to think twice, the reason I've contained the darkness that used to dominate my actions.
My life, once a solitary struggle for power, has been irrevocably altered by her presence. I want to shake the world for her and turn it upside down, just so she grasps the depth of my feelings. Yet here we are, with her still questioning the extent of my devotion, and it's like a dagger to my chest. The realization stings. That my love hasn't been as transparent as I believed.
The tenderness in my touch, the protective shadow I've become, my relentless pursuit of her safety. It's all for her. Yet, she hasn't fully gotten the hint. Leaning forward, I give her the softest of kisses, lingering just a moment so she can feel the weight of my feelings.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, my voice barely a whisper yet loaded with all the emotion I hold in the depths of my soul. As I pull back, I lock my gaze with hers. "You're the most important thing in my life," I say with conviction, wanting her to know the full extent of my commitment. "I didn't marry you simply because you're pregnant with our child. I fell in love with you."
"You see darkness in me, and yet, you're the light I've always reached for. Don't doubt my love, Isabella. It's as fierce and possessive as the man before you, and it's yours, completely and irrevocably,” I tell her.
She remains speechless, her eyes wide, reflecting a storm of emotions. My heart clenches as I watch her emotions shift from shock to surprise and then to a hesitation that claws at my insides. She's unsure, and it's as though I can physically feel the wariness that she's trying to hide. The silence stretches between us, loaded with unspoken words and the weight of my revelation hanging heavy in the air.
I hold my breath, willing her to understand, to see the raw truth in my confession. My gaze never falters. I want her to read in my eyes the certainty that she's become the axis of my existence.
Seizing the silence, I continue as my hand still caresses her face. "This isn't just about wanting you, Isabella. It's about owning every moment that takes your breath away. You're not just in my world; you are my world. And I protect what's mine at all costs."
"We may have started off on opposing sides, drawn together by fate or chance, but our attraction, it's undeniable, like magnets drawn together. It's you and me, baby, against whatever comes our way," I profess, certain of this truth above all else.
I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her to me, losing myself in a kiss that speaks of all the unsaid words between us. Both of us moan at the contact. In this moment, it's as if I'm affirming that she's real, that she's truly with me, grounding me against the chaos that lies in wait. The kiss deepens, fueled by fears of what's to come and the relentless drive to protect. We are the eye of a storm, clinging to each other as everything else threatens to buckle under the impending storm.
As Isabella's nightgown hits the floor, the air between us charges with an electric tension, both heavy and intensely private. The sight of her figure, freer and more entrancing without the fabric barrier, seizes my attention completely. I feel a primal reaction stirring within me, a response that is both fiercely protective and deeply yearning.
My hand extends, not with urgency, but with reverence, to rest upon her slightly rounded belly where our future grows. The intimacy of the touch, the connection to both my wife and my unborn child, anchors me to this moment. I stare at her, the moonlight casting ethereal shadows that dance across her skin, and find the words spilling from my lips with a fervor I can't contain.
"You are my everything. When I think of all the danger out there, it's your face I see, your smile that I'm fighting to protect. This love, our family. It's my vow to you, stronger than any fear and mightier than any foe we face." My voice is unwavering, my conviction as clear as the star-studded sky above us.
I lift up and pull my boxers down, desperate to get inside of her. Once I kick them off, Isabella wastes no time lifting and sliding down my length. The moans we release echo through the room. She’s so slick and hot, and it’s heaven being inside of her. I grip her with an almost bruising force and pull her down onto me. Every time she lifts and comes down, my body raises to meet hers, thrusting fervently inside her.
We move faster and harder, her moans gaining in pitch, and I can tell she is close. Her orgasm rips through her, and her body shakes from the force of her orgasm. Wetness gushes between us, making it slicker for my cock. She slumps over, drained from the intense orgasm she just had. I pull out and turn her over to her hands and knees.
I don’t give her time to adjust before thrusting inside her once again. With a desperate grunt, I pull out before entering her again, harder and deeper than before. She grabs the sheets and screams into the bed.
“That’s right, baby,” I tell growl breathlessly. “Take all of me.”
My hands move from her hips to her shoulders, to her wrap around her hair. My fist tightens in her hair, and I pull her head back, using it as leverage to strengthen my thrusts. I lean forward, kissing her racing pulse and sucking, leaving my mark on her skin. She's starting to moan louder now, and I know she’s getting closer to another orgasm. Reaching my arm around, I circle her clit furiously until she screams out in ecstasy. Whimpers and sobs pour from her mouth, but I don’t let up my harsh pace.
