Page 95 of Scorching Sienna

“Good girl,” he mumbles against my sensitive core as he laps me up, almost sending me into another orgasm.

He actually did it. I’ve never squirted before. But then again, my body has not been strummed by an expert like this before, either. There is no denying that Damon knows my body in a way that no one, no matter how long I was with them, would ever know. It is his obsession with me that makes him like this. And I adore it. It's so hot and so damn beautiful how crazy he is about me. It makes me feel so utterly special, so unique, in a way I have never felt.

Seen.

Damon doesn’t just see me, he breathes me, he tastes me, he infiltrates my mind until I even see me the way he does. Just like now, as I look in the mirror at the woman I barely recognize staring back at me.

She is gorgeous, happy, satisfied, and free.

“You see her now. It’s time you two were introduced. This is the real Sienna. The one I have always seen.”

He unties my hands and arms, rubbing the places where the skin has been chaffed.

I am so limp from the orgasms he has given me that when he puts his arm around my back and lifts me, I let him.

“Sip.” He brings a glass of water to my lips, and I do as I am told, not realizing how thirsty I am until the liquid hits my tongue.

He places the glass on the table and then stands up, his eyes on me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Oh my god. The lethargy I was feelingmelts away as excitement replaces it. I have only seen Damon naked once inthe dingy shower at Alessandro's fighting club.

Something catches my eye. Color amongst the black. Color I recognize as my tattoo sports similar shades. I scoot forward as the material parts, revealing his chest.

My breath hitches as my gaze shoots up from the spot on his chest to his nearly black eyes. A possessive look in their depths confirms why and how he has done what he has done. Splashed in rainbow colors and with moonflowers bordering the letters is my nameover his heart.

I blink several times, trying to register what I see. Damon has my name tattooed on his body in a place that sits over an organ that feeds his body. It's not coincidental. With Damon, nothing is.

Slowly, I get off the bed and close the small distance between us.

I reach out, my finger tracing the letters as his muscles clench at the contact.

“You have my name on your body, Damon.”

I state the obvious, my gaze meeting with his very intense one.

“Yes.” Simple.

It’s madness. But I’m not even surprised. This is what this man does. This is what crazy looks like, and damn if it isn’t the most attractive thing I have ever seen.

“You love me.”

“Yes.”

“I love you, Damon.”

“I know.” I smile and then place my hands on his chest fully, reveling in the feel of his muscles under my palms.

“You and I are inevitable, Sienna.”

I realize this is a proposal when he takes my left hand, and then I feel something cool touch my finger.

A ring.

On a finger that once had a ring and never thought it would have one again. Its weightis more than justhow impressive it is. It is the commitment attached to it.

It’s not even a proposal. This is a claiming. Damon is not looking for a yes or no from me because there is no option but one. I will marry him. He has told me as much with his words tonight how he feels about me, and the forever he speaks of sees this as a foregone conclusion.

I hold my hand up, two different colored diamonds exactly reflecting the duality of Damon and me. A black diamond alongside a crystal clear one, fitting my finger perfectly, of course.

“Light and dark,” I whisper before meeting his gaze again.

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