Page 145 of Wild Tangled Hearts

He groans loudly, mixed with my sounds of pleasure as I slide down, taking him in completely.

My clit already pulses, the beginning of what I know will be the first of many orgasms tonight. My body is his instrument, and he plays me perfectly. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust pushes me to a place where nothing exists but him and me.

“I wish…” I say breathlessly, moving against him.

“What, Bella? What do you wish?” His stormy blue eyes fixate on me, blazing with a hunger that matches mine.

“That we could stay like this.”

Cupping my neck, he pulls my head down and kisses me hard. “Sweetheart, anytime you want me inside of you, all you have to do is ask.”

My whimpers turn to moans, the water splashing around us as the intensity of our lovemaking finds the perfect tempo to send me over the edge. My head tilts back, and I cry out as waves of pleasure rip through me.

He comes with me, and I collapse against his chest, my body aching in the most delightful, satisfying way.

It’s another perfect moment. A moment that will forever live in my heart. Another moment to help erase the terror that this place once inflicted.

We spend the next two days in a blissful blur of laughter, love, and simply enjoying each other's company. It's as if time itself has slowed down. We take long walks in the forest, hand in hand, and sit by the crackling fire in the evenings, lost in conversation and each other's gaze.

I savor every stolen kiss, every shared laugh, and every loving glance. These moments are a gift, a testament to the healing power of our love.

“I don’t want to leave,” I say against Damien’s lips, wishing that tomorrow wasn’t a school day and we could stay here for another few days or even forever.

He smiles down at me. “It’s only a short ride home. We can come back next week—“

Bam.

The peaceful atmosphere of the secluded cabin is shattered as the front door swings open, revealing a chaotic and desperate figure.

"What the hell?" Damien's voice carries a low, menacing growl, and I see his posture shift, instantly becoming one of protection, his body shielding me from the intruder.

“Damien?” The woman whispers, holding onto the door for support.

His eyes narrow on her. “Stacey.”

My heart races as I follow his gaze, trying to make sense of the situation. The peace and serenity of our time at the cottage is shattered instantly, replaced by a tense anticipation of the unknown.

Stacey stumbles inside, her disheveled appearance and wide-eyed fear making it clear that she had no idea Damien would be here. Before I can process the shock of her sudden arrival, she falls to her knees.

My heart lurches with concern, and I rush to her side to offer comfort and support. But as I look into her hollow eyes and notice the track marks on her arms, a sinking dread settles in my chest.

Damien shuts the door and then kneels beside his sister, his face a mixture of anger, concern, and frustration.

"What’s happened?" he demands, his voice sharp with worry.

She swallows hard, her words coming out in a rushed whisper. "I didn't know you'd be here. I just...I needed a place to hide."

The tension in the room escalates as the distant sound of an approaching truck reaches our ears.

“They’re coming.” Stacey's eyes widen in terror.

“Fucking hell,” Damien growls as a faded blue pickup pulls up outside the cabin.

Through the large Bay window, I see four men get out, their menacing presence sending shivers down my spine.

Stacey trembles beside me. “They’re going to kill me.”

Damien’s nostrils flare, and his features instantly change from fear to action. Those icy blue eyes lock on me. “You trust me?”

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