Page 19 of Rekindling Desire

Quietly and with no sudden movements, I eased myself from the bed. Our luggage sat untouched in the living room where we’d left it. Within the depths of my purse, I found my phone. The only missed calls were from Niles.

Sighing a breath of relief, I searched for Damien’s phone.

Success came within the pocket of the jeans he’d worn the day before.

Nothing I tried could wake the phone from its sleeping state. I supposed it was much like Damien himself, for once taking time to rest. Being the same brand of phone as mine, I quietly found my charger in my suitcase and plugged in Damien’s phone.

After a trip to the bathroom and back, I chose the warmth and security of the bed, at my husband’s side.

My husband.

Curling close to him, I drifted off.

Time was irrelevant.

The next time my eyes opened, there was no disorientation. I woke to a husky voice, strong arms, and an erection probing my lower back. “Fuck, this is the best way to wake.”

If given the opportunity, I would have agreed. However, my mind was too consumed by the lifting of my behind. A yelp came as I was filled in the best way possible.

There was no wondering about Damien’s morning status or if he needed help. It was I who clawed at the sheets, trying to stay earthbound.

Damien

Morning sex.

The best fucking way to start a day.

My thoughts were consumed by the woman in my bed, the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips and the way her pussy spasmed around me, strangling my dick while creating the best mind-blowing torture. Everything about Ella was perfection, from her soft mews to the way she screamed my name as she was falling apart. A few frantic thrusts more and my orgasm hit with the power of a barreling freight train. Stars exploded in supernovas as I let out a loud rumbling roar. With my heart beating in double time, I slowly did the one thing I didn’t want to do—disconnect our union.

Ella rolled beneath me, her shining blue eyes stared up at me, and her smile grew. “I agree.”

Lying to her side with my elbow on the pillow and my head held by my fist, I felt a twinge from the damage I’d done to my right hand. Stifling a grimace, I asked, “Pray tell, what do you agree with?”

Ella scooted up against the headboard and took my right hand in hers. “Oh, Damien, we never put ice on this.” Her nose scrunched. “It looks a little better. How does it feel?”

I stretched out my fingers a couple of times. Each assertion ached, yet everything moved, making me relieved I hadn’t broken anything. That wasn’t true. I would be happy to learn I broke my brother’s nose. “I hope it feels better than Darius’s face.”

With a scoff, she shook her head before placing kisses on my bruised knuckles. “You could have it looked at today at the hospital.”

Hospital.

“Fuck.” I spun and flung back the blankets. “What time is it?” Standing fully nude, I turned this way and that, looking for my phone as simultaneously, the world beyond our bubble came crashing down upon my shoulders.

“Your phone is plugged in by the desk.”

Plugged in.

I couldn’t recall plugging it in last night, or before we fell asleep.

By the time I reached for my phone, Ella was beside me, wrapped in a sheet. In the middle of my mental chaos, she was standing before me, a Greek goddess. Laying her fingers on my arm, she explained, “I woke up earlier and checked both of our phones. I couldn’t get yours to respond so I plugged it in.”

I let my phone die.

That was something I’d never do, had never done.

Fuck.

“I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.”

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