Page 7 of Endless Love

I nod, trusting I’ll change his mind. But we’ll take baby steps for now. “I promise.”

I’d never go behind his back, but my heart will get better. I’ll change his mind. What difference will a few more years make?

The drive back to his condo is silent, with his hand caressing my leg while I lean into the seat. I know he only wants to protect me, even if he’s protecting me from myself. My inner peace resurfaces, shutting down everything else. For now, it’s more than enough. He and I together will always be enough.

“I love you, Damien. You’ll always be enough. Never doubt it,” I say when we arrive and he parks.

His eyes fix on me, reflecting raw adoration. I lift my chin and kiss him. My kiss tells him exactly how desperate I am for him. His stubble scrapes at my cheeks, intensifying the sense of him, but I prefer him without it. It’s a reminder of a time I want to put far behind us. I end the kiss as I brush the stubble with my thumb, and my eyes narrow at his partially covered face.

“You don’t like my beard, do you?”

“Not particularly.”

“I’ll trim it the moment we get home,” he says, trailing kisses down my neck. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Always trying to top me.” I grin at him as he leans in, his eyes never wavering as he adds, “Let’s begin our life together. Ready?”

“Beyond ready.”

Calmness descends as we stroll hand in hand in the elevator.

Chapter Four

BRIA

We stumble into the apartment, entwined in each other, intoxicated on our love with laughter trailing after us. Damien bites my neck, and lust courses through my veins. He kisses me as if he’s thirsty for me, and my skin is his favorite flavor. We bite, lick, and devour each other. I arch myself in response, the ache inside me growing more demanding. He picks me up, and I have no recollection of how we make it to the bedroom.

“Strip for me, baby.”

He’s too damn sexy, ruling over the room, over me, in his gray sweatpants and black T-shirt, appearing wild and raw. He sits and crosses one ankle over his knee, his palms lying flat on the bedcovers, emanating power, fascination, and maleness in its purest form. His eyes darken as they take in every inch of my body. Like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

I remove my clothes, savoring every catch of his breath and his eyes pinned on me. When I remain in only my black lingerie, he gulps.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you planned to seduce me.” His voice rings heavy with desire, and I bend forward.

“I did. It’s all for you, only you.”

I sway my hips, dancing to a tune of seduction that plays in my head and drives my body to follow. He knots the sheet in his hands, his patience evaporating as he jerks his chin toward me to approach him. I reach him, and he unclasps my bra with a flick of his thumb and forefinger. My breasts escape their confines, and my nipples flash him in greeting. He takes one in his mouth, twirling his tongue, while his thumb grazes the other. I clasp his shoulders, lost to the pleasure pushing me to the edge. His expert fingers trail patterns all over my body. I decipher the repetitive pattern—mine.

“You’re mine, Bria. Say it.”

“I’m yours forever.” My voice heaves with need, filling the space between us. His eyes never leave mine as he slides the thong down my legs.

“Time I see my wet pussy.”

Naked, he worships me with every look and brush of his finger, his mouth nibbling on every inch of me as desire springs all over my heated body.

“Damien . . .” I plead.

He jumps to his feet and pushes me onto the bed. He rips his clothes off, and it’s my turn to take in his delectable body.

“Like what you see?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’ll make sure you’ll like what I’ll do to you better.”

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