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My eyes are closing, and I feel his heartbeat beneath my cheek, strong and steady. I cling to it, to him. Because for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel safe.

“Okay, baby girl. But when you wake up, I’m going to tell you whatIprefer.”

And with that, I surrender to the lulls of sleep calling me.

Chapter 4

Damon

She looks like an angel even while she’s sleeping.

As I carry Alice into my house, her soft breath fanning against my chest, I still can’t believe tonight happened.

I can’t believe a woman like this actually exists and that I’m holding her right now.

And that an hour ago, I had her sweet pussy in my mouth.

I’m not sure why she affects me like this—why I feel so protective of her, why every cell in my body wants her when I barely even know her.

I take her to one of the quieter bedrooms, away from everything, and lay her down gently on the bed. Her dark curls spill across the pillow making her look like a painting.

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and watch her.

She’s beautiful.

She’s more than just beautiful; She’s ethereal, intoxicating, enamoring. And yes, my body wants her but it’s more than that. In my chest, there’s a feeling I can’t quite put my finger on.

Pulling the covers over her, I take one last look before quietly leaving the room.

The next morning, I’m in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in my hand when I hear soft footsteps. I turn just as Alice steps into the doorway.

She’s wearing the t-shirt I left by her bedside. Her eyes still look heavy from sleep as she looks around the kitchen, her gaze finally landing on me.

“I was out the whole night?”

“You were.” I cock my head. “How exactly did you find your way to the kitchen?”

She walks quietly to the dining table and sits on one of the chairs. “I just followed the smell of food. I have a pretty good nose.”

The way she says it, so simple, so honest, I find it incredibly cute. Beautiful, sexy, innocent,andcute.

“Well, it’s good to know the chef isn’t overpaid. Have a seat.”

Because I wasn’t sure what choice of breakfast she would prefer, I ordered everything possible to be made. Large portions of eggs, bacon and sausages, potatoes and hashbrowns, pancakes and waffles, toast, and coffee.

I wanted to make sure she had everything she could possibly want.

But my heart drops when she doesn’t move to get food. She just looks at the table, her expression hesitant.

The fact that I’ve failed to please her makes me feel inadequate. I don’t like the feeling at all.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

Her eyes flick to me, then to the food. She bites her lip and that awful look of fear returns to her eyes.

I guess it takes more than an orgasm to win someone’s trust.

“Baby girl.” At that, her eyes snap to mine. But she quickly looks down.

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