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Her arms tighten around my neck, a reflex of apprehension at the sight of the bed looming large in the dimly lit room. But I walk right past it, carrying her delicate frame into the bathroom instead. The soft glow from the sconces casts a warm, inviting light over the expansive space, highlighting the marble counters and the luxurious tub.

Gently, I set her on her feet, making sure she’s steady before letting go. “Emjay,” I begin, my words a soft murmur, “I won’t proceed physically until you know how much you mean to me in every way. Let me explore and worship your body as you deserve.”

She swallows hard and gives a slight nod. Her wide orbs reflecting a touch of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

I walk over to the centerpiece of the bathroom, a grand jacuzzi tub that promises relaxation and intimacy. Turning the water on, I let it run until the temperature is just right. Emjay’s eyes never leave mine as I pour in a generous amount of soap. The liquid quickly turns into a frothy sea of bubbles.

Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I strip out of my clothes in one fluid motion, the cool air hitting my skin momentarily before I step into the warm, inviting water. The suds rise around me, creating a cocoon of comfort. “Join me, mate,” I say, my hand outstretched toward her, offering both invitation and assurance.

She hesitates, her hands fidgeting slightly. “Will you close your eyes for a minute?”

I’ll do anything she wants. My lids flutter closed, a gesture of trust and respect for her wishes. The room becomes a world of sound and sensation; the gentle slosh of the water, the subtle rustle of her clothing as she undresses.

Shortly after, she steps into the water. I feel the gentle ripple of her movement. My lids remain tightly shut, waiting for her permission to open them. Taking me by surprise, she rests her back against my chest, and the warmth of her skin merges with mine.

“May I open my eyes now?” I ask huskily.

She takes my hands and places them gently across her stomach. “You may,” she whispers. The gesture is intimate, binding us closer together.

“What does this worshipping involve?” Her voice cracks slightly with nervousness—a delicate tremor that makes my heart swell with tenderness.

I move the hair away from her neck. The silky strands parting easily under my fingers. I place soft, lingering kisses along her nape, and she shivers. “It includes kissing every inch of you—all the way to your toes.”

She gasps softly when I pull her body closer to mine. Her backside rests against my throbbing arousal. The sensation is electric, but I remain focused on her comfort and consent.

“If you say stop at any time, I’ll stop,” I assure her firmly, yet gently. A promise I’ll always keep.

Chapter 38

Emjay

“His love wiped all the memories away.” ~ Emjay

I slept for a couple of hours, tangled in Damian’s arms. Our bodies fit together as if they were made for this closeness. I should have passed out for days, exhausted from the emotional and physical intensity of our time together, but the joy bursting from inside rejuvenated me. The happiness coursed through my veins, more invigorating than any rest could ever be.

I had no clock to check the time, but it felt like at least an hour of his hands caressing every part of my body, tracing patterns that made my skin hum with life. His touch was tender yet insistent, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that made my heart swell. Tingles coursed through me like a sweet torment that built and built until I nearly begged him to stop teasing me. The anticipation almost too much to bear.

In the tub, he touched me everywhere but my most intimate part. His fingers left trails of fire in their wake. The warm water and bubbles seemed to amplify every sensation, making me hyper-aware of every caress, every whisper of his breath against my skin. When we climbed out of the tub, we were cold and pruned, and our bodies shivered from the sudden chill.

Damian wrapped us in a giant towel. His powerful arms drew me close until our bodies were pressed together, sharing warmth. His lips brushed against mine. A fleeting touch that sent a shiver down my spine. He picked me up in his arms again, cradling me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

This time, when I saw his giant king-sized bed, I didn’t cower within myself. The sight of it no longer filled me with dread or uncertainty. Instead, I felt a rush of understanding, a clarity that made me finally grasp what libido, desire, hormones, and all that talk meant. It was as if everything had clicked into place, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

When he laid me on the bed, I was prepared for penetration. My body was ready—every nerve ending singing with anticipation. But Damian continued with his promise to worship my body. He took his time. His lips and hands explored every inch of me with a devotion that brought tears to my eyes. There wasn’t one part of me that hadn’t felt his lips, his touch, his love.

By the time he stood over me, holding his penis in his hand and waiting for my permission, I lay in a puddle of my own juices. My body trembling with need and fulfillment. I was nearly sixty years old, and the love of my life brought me to my first orgasm in one thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure that crashed over me and left me breathless.

There’s no comparing what others did to me. It’s like apples and oranges, night and day. There’s love and there’s hate. The difference is stark, and from now on, I’ll only look at the love we share, the love Damian pours on me. Nothing can take that away from me—especially not a memory.

The only thing missing is a genuine relationship with Priscilla and Shay. The thought of them brings a pang of longing to my heart, but I’m confident more than ever that the Fates wouldn’t have mated the three of us to best friends if they didn’t intend to restore what evil stole from us. I tell myself, one day at a time. One step closer to healing and wholeness.

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