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This is real. This connection between us—it's undeniable.

I cling to that truth, that spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, Damien could be the one to heal the cracks in my battered heart. To show me what it means to be truly loved, flaws and all.

I arch into him, his fingers grip my ass, and I'm reveling in the delicious friction as his tongue moves inside me. Teasing and tormenting, pushing me ever closer to the precipice.

I can't help but moan, the raw, guttural sound echoing through the room. The taste of salt and sweat lingers on my lips, a visceral reminder of the passion consuming us.

As he continues his relentless assault, I can feel my muscles tensing, coiling like a spring, ready to release. My nails dig into the sheets, seeking purchase as the world around me begins to blur.

"Fuck…Damien… I'm about to…"

Come again dies on my lips as a frenzied burst of sensation overtakes me. I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Damien's hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place as I ride out the storm, gasping for breath and struggling to regain my bearings.

By the time I'm conscious, my heart is racing, and I’m trying to compose myself. Damien settles onto my back then, and positions his cock against my body.

His fingers begin to stroke my hair. I gasp and turn my head, feeling for his hands, which clutch around his erection just before he thrusts into my body.

"Fuck... you're so tight..."

I moan his name, because I can't say or do anything else. Then he rams into me and penetrates me fully. The delicious feeling of being filled with him causes a surge of desire that I hold back to keep from coming again.

"Shit... Andrea."

Damien begins to move inside me, following a rhythm that both of us as making, while his name leaves my lips again and again between moans.

This is what I've been missing—this soul-deep connection that transcends the physical. For once, I'm not just going through the motions. I'm alive, every nerve ending sparking with exquisite sensation.

"Don't stop," I plead, raking my nails down the taut muscles of his back. "Please, Damien..."

"Louder," he asks me. "Say my name louder."

I obey, feeling my pulse racing. Between giddy moans I say his name over and over, lost in pleasure.

He captures my lips in another searing kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he drives us both toward the edge of ecstasy. And in that endless moment before I shatter, I know—I can trust this man with the most fragile parts of me.

We climax together.

The explosion catches us both almost by surprise. An eruption of sensations floods through me, enlivening my senses and making me feel more awake than I've ever been.

When the last tremor finally fades away, I collapse against the mattress, spent and sated. Damien's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he gazes down at me, the intensity of his gaze sending a fresh thrill through my body.

I know that I am irrevocably changed.

Damien's arms snuggle me against his body, and he grabs the sheets. His arms settle me against his chest. His hands caress my back, and my palms settle against his skin, which is hot and sweaty, feeling his breathing quicken.

I gasp because I can't do anything else as the pulses of orgasm continue to course through my body. Damien begins to slowly kiss my forehead, all the way down my face before he reaches my lips.

"Don't think for a moment that this will be all I ask of you tonight," he says.

"Don't worry. I wasn't expecting this to be the end.”

"Good." His hands slide down my sides, palms blazing trails of fire over my curves. "Because I want all of you, Andrea."

"I've never felt this way before," I confess, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "It's like you've awakened something in me."

Damien pauses, his intense gaze boring into mine. "Trust me," he murmurs. "This is just the beginning."

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