Page 147 of Wild Tangled Hearts

“We’ll be okay,” I assure him.

He gives me a grateful smile, kisses me hard, and then turns to shut the door behind him, leaving Stacey and me alone.

Hours pass like an eternity, and Stacey somehow manages to find sleep amidst the turmoil. But I'm left to pace the room, my mind a whirlwind of worry and uncertainty.

When Damien's men arrive, I hear their muffled voices, muttered curses, and the tension in the air. I don't know how they’re handling the situation, and I'm not sure I want to know. I want to be in Damien's arms, safe and reassured.

Finally, the door swings open, and Damien enters, flanked by two imposing, muscular men. Their presence alone is enough to send shivers down my spine. One of them silently approaches Stacey, lifting her gently and carrying her out of the room. With a slight, reassuring nod to me, the other follows suit, leaving Damien and me alone in the wake of the chaos that has unfolded.

Damien approaches, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He pulls me close, and I can't resist the magnetic pull of his lips on mine. The kiss promises safety and love amidst the chaos we've endured.

He grunts when I touch his shoulder.

I pull back and frown up at him. “You need to see a doctor.”

He chuckles softly, though it's tinged with a hint of discomfort. "I've had worse, Bella. Trust me."

His attempt at reassurance doesn't ease my worries, but I can't deny the rush of emotion that surges within me. He kisses me repeatedly, his lips a sweet distraction from the lingering fear.

Adrenaline courses through me, my body still buzzing with the remnants of fear and heightened emotions. It's as if the intensity of the recent events has created an electric charge within me, and I can't help but seek a release for all this pent-up energy.

Our hands are frantic, tearing at each other's clothes with a feverish urgency. Each garment discarded leaves us more exposed, our breaths growing increasingly ragged with desire and need.

Naked and rampant, our bodies collide, the heat between us intensifying with every touch, every kiss. The room is filled with the symphony of our moans and the rustling of sheets as we tumble onto the bed. Our movements are desperate, fueled by the fear and adrenaline of the night's events.

Damien's lips find mine, and we kiss with a raw hunger, tongues dancing in a passionate tango. His hands explore my body, igniting a fire that burns hotter with each caress. My fingers trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the strength and warmth that I know so well.

Our bodies move in harmony, desire, and longing as we seek solace in each other's embrace. Damien's touch is tender and passionate, and every caress sends pleasure down my spine.

As the room fills with the warmth of our love, the world outside fades away, and it's just Damien and me sharing a moment of intense connection. The scars of the past and the fear of the present vanish as our bodies intertwine.

His kisses are a promise of devotion, a pledge to protect and cherish me no matter what challenges may arise. In his arms, I find sanctuary, and the worries that had gripped me earlier are replaced by a sense of security.

Our release is as explosive as our lovemaking. In the aftermath, the room is filled with the soft echoes of our heavy breathing as we lie tangled in each other's arms, our bodies glistening with the sheen of passion.

Damien's fingers trace lazy patterns along my skin, soothing and reassuring, while I run my fingertips through his damp hair, relishing the intimacy of the moment.

As we lay together, our bodies entwined, Damien's whispered words of love fill the room. "I'll never leave you again, Bella. I promise to always protect you with everything I am.”

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Chapter68

Alex

FORGIVENESS AND TANGLED SHEETS

As I push open the door to my house, a palpable tension hangs between us, thick enough to cut with a knife. Alex follows me inside, his footsteps echoing in the entryway. I can't help but sneak a glance at him as he closes the door behind us.

His suit jacket and tie have been discarded, and his muscular chest stretches against the fabric of his white shirt. It's slightly unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, the strands falling back into place with a messy perfection that's undeniably sexy.

I put my purse down and kick off my heels. The hardwood floor is cool beneath my feet, and I take a deep breath.

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