Page 222 of My Ruthless Husband

When he finally pulls away, my lips are swollen, and my head is spinning.

I glance around, realizing Matt is nowhere to be seen.

He’s gone.

???

Damian carries me to the guestroom and gently places me on the bed.

“So, you love me?” he asks softly, his voice low. His thumb brushes over my lip, gently, like he’s savoring the taste of the words I just gave him.

“I never stopped,” I breathe, my heart pounding in my chest.

Damian leans down, his lips brushing softly against mine, but I can feel the tension in his body—the need in his touch. He pulls back slightly, searching my eyes as if making sure I mean it, that I’m truly his.

“Damian…” My voice trembles slightly, everything inside of me screaming to feel him, to be close to him.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches for the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. I can’t help but watch the way his muscles flex with every movement, every inch of skin exposed. The sight of him—powerful, raw, and all mine—has my body responding before I can even think.

“We need to talk...” My mouth feels dry, my thoughts slipping away.

“Later,” he growls, as he climbs on top of me. “First, I need to love my wife.” Then his lips are on mine—insistent, urgent, as if this kiss is the only thing that matters.

In a blink of an eye, our clothes are discarded, and his hands travel over my skin with an authority that screams I belong to him—completely, irrevocably.

And I do.

I feel him everywhere—his lips, his hands, his heat. It’s all-consuming. His slow and light caresses drive me crazy. I whimper with need.

“Shh,” he whispers, pulling away for just a second, his eyes locking with mine, dark with need. “Let me love you, angel.”

“Yes…”

Damian’s eyes darken as he looks down at me. Then he begins loving me. He’s taking back everything we’ve been through—every moment of doubt, every distance. He’s erasing it all, and making me his once again.

His mouth worships me, his hands are everywhere, and all I can do is feel, ache, need.

His kisses are no longer tender—they’re possessive, hungry, as if he’s starving for me.

And then, with a controlled movement, he enters me, filling me completely. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming me, and I can feel him, every inch of him, claiming me, marking me. He moves slowly, each thrust deep, controlled, but with the kind of power that leaves me breathless.

“Tell me you love me,” he demands, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you,” I whisper as I try to catch my breath. “I’m yours, Damian. Always.”

He growls, the sound primal, as he grips my hips harder, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he drives deeper into me. “And I’m yours,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine. “Always.”

I gasp at the depth of his words, at the sincerity in them, as he continues to move within me. My body trembles, myheart thundering in my chest as his possessiveness takes over completely.

And in a deep, earth-shattering moment, we both fall apart, our bodies trembling, our hearts racing in sync. He holds me close, kissing me softly as we both try to catch our breath, the world outside forgotten.

“I love you, River,” he murmurs against my skin.

I smile because I know with every fiber of my being that it’s the absolute truth.

That evening, as we sit side by side, I finally decide to talk about Matt. Damian’s arm is draped around me, and I can feel the tension still coiling beneath his skin, a mixture of jealousy and something darker that he hasn’t fully shaken off yet.

“You shouldn’t have hit him.”

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