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He bites down again as he follows me over the edge, hips stuttering, thick warmth flooding inside me in pulsing waves. He doesn’t stop until he’s emptied every last drop of his cum deep inside me.
And still, I cling to him like I’ll unravel if he lets go.
My limbs are useless. Boneless. I slump against his chest, trembling and wrecked.
His hand slides from my throat to cup my breast while the other steadies me at the waist. His lips brush the shell of my ear.
“You okay?” he whispers, his voice hoarse but still tender.
I hum something incoherent, hoping he understands it as ayes.
He pulls out slowly, and I feel the gush between my thighs, hot and wet against my skin, soaking the sheets. I’m too spent to care. Too blissed out to move.
“I think we both need another bath,” he murmurs, a low chuckle vibrating through his chest as he scoops me into his arms. My head drops against him, heart still pounding. “Any objections?”
“Tired…” I mumble, my mind already drifting.
Damon presses a kiss to my forehead, carrying me like I’m fragile—even after I begged him not to. But when it’s him, like this, I almost don’t care.
And maybe that’s the difference.
He doesn’t treat me like glass.
He treats me like I’m his.
“Puede que yo esté sosteniendo mi mundo en mis brazos, pero tú sostienes mi corazón en la palma de tus manos, mi rosa. Por favor cuídalo, así como yo siempre cuidaré de ti.”
I catch a few words—corazón,manos, androsa.
Heart. Hands. Rose.
Even if the meaning escapes me, I know it’s something beautiful.
“Means?” I ask, still breathless.
Damon’s chest rumbles with a soft chuckle.
“Rest,” he whispers. “I’ve got you, little rose.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Damon
THE SUN SPILLS THROUGH THE LARGE WINDOWSlike it’s trying to rip me out of a dream, but I don’t want to move. Not today.
After last night—fuck—I could spend the rest of my life in this bed, buried inside Brie, watching the world fall apart outside as long as I got to keep her close.
My sheets still smell like her. That addictive mix of rose and sex and skin that’s already seared itself into my memory. It makes my cock twitch beneath the covers, and I think about pulling her back into me, spreading her open and fucking her until she forgets what it feels likenotto be filled with my cum.
But when I reach across the mattress, my hand lands on nothing.
Empty sheets. Cold pillow.
My heart plunges into my stomach.
I open my eyes to confirm what I already know. She’s not here.
Gone. Just like the last time.
