Page 21 of The Landlord
His tongue finds my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through me as he flattens it against my clit. Oh my Lord. This is so good, and it always feels like the first time.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you. Want to know how good I make you feel."
It doesn't take me long to come apart, an explosion of sensations tearing through me. Before I can recover, Damien moves up my body, positioning himself between my thighs.
"I need to be inside you, baby."
He slips his cock into me with exquisite slowness, giving my body time to adjust to his size but driving me crazy.
"Fuck, you're tight." His forehead presses against mine, his breathing ragged. "Tell me if it's too much."
"It's perfect." I roll my hips, taking him deeper. "You're perfect."
His control snaps, and I feel it in the way his fingers dig into my thighs. He drives into me with powerful thrusts, each onehitting that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, the bed creaking beneath us.
"Mine," he growls into my ear, his pace never faltering. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"Yours. I'm yours, Damien. Only yours."
His hand slips between our bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Just when I think I'm about to explode, he teases my clit with his finger. "Come for me again, Alyssa. I want to feel you come around my cock."
The crude words in his refined voice push me over the edge. I shatter, clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me, his come slipping out of me and onto the sheets.
In the quiet aftermath, our breathing gradually slows. Damien rolls to his side, planting kisses along my temple and forehead, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.
Emotions clog my throat, and I blink back tears. "I love you, Damien. I think I've loved you since you showed up at my door with that stupid dildo or maybe way before that."
His laughter rumbles against my cheek. "Not the most romantic beginning."
"But a beginning." I lift my head to meet his eyes. "Our beginning."
His expression softens, thumb gently tracing my lower lip. "I love you, too. Have since I first saw you struggling with those knitted bags in the lobby."
My heart expands with happiness so intense it's almost painful. "Is that why you fixed my leaky faucet so quickly?"
"Guilty." He grins, pressing another kiss to my forehead. "Any excuse to see you."
We lie tangled together, the world outside momentarily forgotten.Tonight, in this moment, I'm exactly where I belong.
In Damien's arms, I am safe. I am loved. I am home.
EPILOGUE
DAMIEN
Six Months Later
I've checked the string lights four times. Adjusted the chair positions twice. Tweaked the placement of the champagne flutes three times. Arranged and rearranged the damn flowers until Doug started giving me that judgmental side-eye he's perfected.
"What? It needs to be perfect," I tell him.
Doug tilts his head, unimpressed.
"You're right. She'll love it regardless." I scratch behind his ears, and he leans into it. "Ready for your big moment, buddy?"
The once-abandoned top floor of the Finch Building has transformed over the last three months. What was storage space and a neglected rooftop is now a sprawling penthouse with sliding glass doors opening to a rooftop garden. I've built everycabinet, laid every tile, installed every fixture with my own hands.
For her. All for her.
