Page 59 of His to Claim

The elevator door glides open and we’re too busy kissing to get inside. As it starts to close again, Damon stops it with his booted foot. Still kissing, he drags me inside and blindly presses my floor.

We can’t get enough of each other and, by the time we reach my floor, I’m a panting, needy mess. As we step out, my knees wobble slightly, feeling like jelly. Damon scoops me up and carries me down the hallway as I lift my keys, ready to open that door so damn fast and get inside so we can take this to the next level.

Damon takes the keys from my hand, shoves it into the lock, turns and the door swings open. God, it feels good to be home and safe and with the man I love. He kicks the door shut, locks it and our mouths slam together again as he walks me to the bedroom.

Once we reach my room, he tosses me onto the bed and stares down at me with a feral look in his dark eyes. “As much as I want to go slow, I also want to go hard and fast.”

“I have no patience for slow right now, Damon,” I warn him. “I need you inside me right now.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he promises in a husky voice.

We both start ripping our clothes off and then he’s on top of me, our naked bodies skin to skin, and it’s so delicious I could almost cry. Instead, I reach for his hard cock and his hand drops between my legs. We’re both hot and ready, pulsing and needy, and I stroke his length as his fingers slide into my wet heat.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, arching against his palm, riding it as he lightly thrusts against my hand. I have never been this hot, bothered and on the verge of completely combusting like this before. But before we orgasm, Damon pulls his hand away, settles between my thighs and grasps his cock, lining our bodies up. In one smooth thrust, he enters my body, sliding deeply and I cry out.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lift my hips and meet each of his hard thrusts. Nothing has ever felt so good or so right. My body sizzles, ready to blast off into the stratosphere.

He tilts my hips just right and hits my sweet spot over and over again until I scream. My pussy tightens and flutters around him, drawing him ever deeper. And as my release washes over me, I swear I see stars. Above me, Damon groans through his release and I pull his mouth down for a long, deep kiss full of passion.

For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies together as one. The feeling of being connected to this man in every way—body, mind, heart and soul—is beyond overwhelming. But in the best possible way.

I moan softly when he finally pulls out and rolls onto his back.

“That was…” My voice trails off because I can’t fully express what just happened. It was just too damn good.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “it really was.”

I chuckle and roll over to face him. Laying my hand on his chest, I press a kiss to shoulder. “I love you, Damon Archer.”

“I love you more, Carlotta Rossi.”

The weight of his words makes my chest tighten with emotion. “No one ever said that to me before,” I whisper.

“I’ve never said it to anyone before either.”

That’s right. I remember him telling me he never said it to his old girlfriend. “But Caitlin wanted you to say it, didn’t she?”

“Yes. But if I did, it would’ve been a lie.”

Reaching over, I smooth the line between his brows. “What happened to her wasn’t your fault, my love. Please, stop blaming yourself.”

“I’m trying,” he says, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. “You’ve helped, actually. In more ways than you can even imagine.”

“Really?” I arch a brow. “How so?”

He lets out a low breath, toying with my fingers, threading and unthreading his through mine. “After Caitlin died, I thought whatever little warmth and humanity I still had after my years in spec ops died along with her. What I did…it was taking its toll on me. Then losing her seemed to destroy me in so many different ways. I became cold, ruthless and, I thought, completely incapable of love. I mean, I hadn’t even loved my girlfriend. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me? I felt like the worst person in the world.”

“You’re a good man, Damon,” I insist.

“I didn’t think so.” He lays my hand flat on his chest and covers it with his. I can feel the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. “I truly believed I was incapable of love.”

“And now?” I press.

“You taught me I’m capable of whatever I set my mind and heart to—and that love can fix everything. You’re a very wise woman, Lottie.”

I smile. “So I’ve been told.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “For fixing me in every way that’s important.”

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