Page 102 of Filthy and the Beast

The words echo in my mind. I’ve gone my whole life without hearing them.

Damian’s gentle voice. The strength in his eyes. The lake, perfectly still in the winter day.

Yeah. It was worth the wait. Anything would be worth it as long as I got to hold him on the other side and hear those words on his lips.

“I love you.” My hand cups his cheek. We’re back in the city, standing on the stone driveway of my house, the stars out above us. Grinning, Damian presses me to the truck while he runs his hands over my chest.

“I love you, too.” He kisses me again.

I grab him by the hips and hitch him up, lifting him. Surprised, Damian laughs, and I carry him toward the house.

He wraps his legs around my thighs, still giggling. “What are you doing?”

“Too cold,” I grunt. “Need you in my bed.”

When I yank the door open, the dogs comes running out. Damian leaps down from my arms to greet them.

“Guess what? Guess what?” he says excitedly, petting them each in turn. “Your dad and I are in love with each other! Can you believe it? Bet you never saw that coming.” When Petunia jumps in a circle, he looks over his shoulder, beaming up at me. “I think they knew the whole time, actually.”

I chuckle. Fucking goofball. “Come here.”

I pull Damian up for another kiss. Press him against the wall, and he pushes me to the other. He sends the dogs away, and I lead him to my room, groping him and guiding him.

Can’t stop touching him.

Want to never stop touching him again.

Throwing Damian to the bed, I yank my sweatshirt off. He leans back, admiring my body, and my breath grows heavy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says.

I growl. “You.” I join him on the bed. “Come here. I want to undress you.”

Damian nods, letting me take my time. I take his glasses off first, lose myself in his beautiful brown eyes. Pull his overalls off his shoulders, tug his sweater up. I kiss him everywhere, his clavicles and his wrist. His thighs. Toes.

Try to show him I’ll treasure him.

I’ll always treat my man right.

When I pull Damian’s briefs down, his hard dick bounces out. He wraps his hands around my neck and pulls me to him, quickly taking charge again. He pushes my pants and boxer briefs down, gets our cocks tight in his hand, kisses me harder.

I rest my forehead against his. “I’m going to make you happy. I’ll make sure you’re always satisfied and taken care of, okay?”

Eyes locked on mine, Damian nods. “I believe you.”

Fuck, that feels good to hear.

Damian grins, stroking my beard the way he likes. “We’re going to make a life together. It’s so cool.”

“Never thought I’d have that with someone. I’m so glad it’s you.”

“I’m glad it’s you, too.”

“You’ll love Nat and her wife,” I tell him. “They’ll feel the same about you, too.”

Damian lights up. “And I can’t wait for you to meet my moms.” He kisses me again. “But let’s not talk about that right now.”

I chuckle. “Right.” On top of Damian, I press my hips down, both of our cocks throbbing. “Now we’re going to fuck all night, right?”

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