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We sit in silence for a while longer; the night wrapping around us like a comforting blanket.

Before the night ends, I slip into Damian’s sleeping bag for the first time. The fabric is warm from his body heat. He pulls me in closer, and I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing. His muscular arms create a cocoon of warmth and safety that I’ve never known. The solace is foreign, but welcoming.

In this intimate space, everything feels calm, almost peaceful.

Damian’s breath warms my neck. His heartbeat is strong and steady, as if sending the silent promise: you are safe here. His scent mingles with the cool mountain air, creating a sense of home I never thought I’d find.

I could get used to this. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying. It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to trust, to let someone in. The walls I’ve built around my heart have kept me safe, but they’ve also kept me isolated—alone. In Damian’s arms, those walls feel unnecessary, like a relic of a past I’m finally ready to leave behind.

As I lie here with my body pressed against his, I feel a sense of belonging that I’ve never experienced. It’s more than just physical comfort. It’s an emotional connection. A bond that goes beyond words. I can feel his strength, not just in his muscles but in his spirit, and it gives me faith.

Damian shifts slightly, his hand moving to rest on my back. His fingers trace gentle patterns on my skin. It’s a simple gesture, yet it speaks volumes. He’s here, and he’s not going anywhere. The thought fills me with a warmth that spreads from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes.

I close my lids, letting myself relax in his embrace. The tension that I’ve carried for so long melts away, replaced by a sense of peace that I’ve rarely known. The future is uncertain, and there are still many battles to be fought, but for now, at this moment, I am content.

His breathing deepens, and I can tell he’s drifting off to sleep. I snuggle closer, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. There’s a comfort in his presence—a feeling that everything might just be okay.

The night stretches on, and my eyelids grow heavy. For the first time in forever, I’m not afraid of what dreams might come. With Damian beside me, the nightmares that once plagued my sleep seem distant, their power diminished by the strength of his embrace.

A smile tugs at the corners of mouth. I could get used to this, I think again. It’s a thought filled with expectations and possibilities. A glimmer of the life I’ve always wanted but never dared dream of. In Damian’s arms, I feel a promise of a future where I am loved, valued, and most importantly not alone.

As sleep finally claims me, I hold on to that promise, letting it carry me into the realm of dreams. For the first time in a long time, I feel truly at peace, cradled in the warmth of Damian’s embrace.

Chapter 31

Damian

“Elysium is Emjay in my arms.” ~ Damian

The first light of dawn filters through the sky, casting a gentle glow over the campsite. The warmth of the morning sun coaxes me from the depths of sleep, and I stir. As my lids flutter open, I’m acutely aware of the softness pressed against my chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breath, the gentle weight of her body nestled in my arms—this was no dream.

For a moment, I lie still, savoring the sensation of her warmth, and the silky feel of her hair against my skin. The woman I love, Emjay, is curled up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder, her arm draped across my chest.

The realization hits me like a tidal wave, washing over me with disbelief and profound gratitude. This was something I have longed for, yet never dared to dream would happen so soon.

I look down at her, my heart swelling with an emotion so intense it almost takes my breath away. The early morning light casts a soft, golden hue on her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the peaceful expression she wears. Her lashes flutter a little as if she’s still caught in the gentle embrace of sleep.

I tighten my hold on her, careful not to wake her. The fear that this experience might slip away, that it’s too fragile to last, gnaws at the edges of my mind. But as I feel her stir, snuggling closer to me, I allow myself to relax and simply be present in this fleeting, perfect moment.

I inhale deeply. The scent of pine and earth mingle with the subtle fragrance of her hair. It’s a grounding reminder of where we are, yet it feels like we’re in our own world, separate from the hardships that have brought us here. The tranquility of the Yonah Mountains surrounds us. The peacefulness of the morning adds to the sense of magic that envelopes us.

This journey has brought us closer, forging a bond that feels unbreakable. I marvel at her strength, her resilience, and the fact she’s here, in my arms, safe and sound.

As I watch her sleep, a sense of contentment washes over me. This was more than I’ve ever hoped for. Yet here she is, a testament to the possibilities that lie ahead.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, and her hand curls against my chest. I can’t help but smile. My heart overflows with love and a promise to protect her and cherish every moment we have together. I know the challenges aren’t over, but this moment, this beautiful, serene moment, is ours.

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent vow of my unwavering devotion. As the sun rises, casting its light on the day ahead, I hold her close, grateful for the unexpected gift of waking up with the woman I love nestled in my arms.

Chapter 32

Emjay

“No one can tell you how amazing it is. You must experience a moment like this yourself to truly understand.” ~ Emjay

I awake to Damian’s lips pressed gently against my forehead. The tender kiss is like a soft caress. Tingles spread throughout my body, radiating from the point of contact. The sensation is both electric and soothing. A paradox that leaves me breathless. Desire, unlike anything I've ever experienced, consumes me from just that chaste act. It’s an almost instinctual yearning. A deep-seated need that I can’t quite understand but desperately want to explore.

Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of his body pressed against mine, his member poking into my side—a reminder of his arousal. The realization sends a shiver through me, one that mingles excitement with nervous anticipation. I’m overwhelmed by the need to experience my first kiss. The desire eclipses all other thoughts. It’s something I want, something I can finally be grateful for. Men who use women’s bodies for their own pleasure often care nothing for kissing, but Damian is different. There’s an intimacy in his touch, and a respect that makes this moment feel sacred.

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