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And for one beautiful moment, it was.

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DAMIEN

Holding her close, his knot locking them tight, Damien took his first full breath in a long time.

Scarlett was his.

This was real: his hands on her ass, his dick buried deep inside her, droplets of water rolling down her back. Every part of her: his. Every part of him: hers.

Nirvana. After so much hells.

They were a perfect fit.

He licked at the indentations his fangs had made in her pretty throat, ensuring they closed. Then he nuzzled at the marks, thinking this was what happiness felt like.

She might still be wary. And he might have made himself forget for a while, burying the truth beneath anger and accusation, but that bullshit was behind him now. So was the agony, the jealousy, that had wrecked him at the thought of another male’s hands on her.

She. Was. His.

Every moment of their struggle was worth it now that he held her in his arms.

And he would do whatever it took—kill whoever he had to—to keep her with him.

Always and forever.

But he feared his biggest challenge might be Scarlett herself.

She wasn’t where he was yet.

He didn’t have to hear her skepticism out loud to feel it. Or see the flashes of black on the walls to know the pain still raged inside her.

But he’d batter down every fear, wipe out every doubt until she was right where he was: one hundred percent certain they would never be apart again.

“Damien?” She wiggled against him, and he refocused to find her staring up at him, shyness and uncertainty shadowing her lovely eyes.

Shit.He probably should have said something once he finished inside her. Not just lean against the rock, hands clamped tight to her ass with a shit-eating grin that had morphed into a determined scowl as his thoughts hit hard.

Be cool, idiot.

But, hells, it wasn’t every rotation that he had his cock bounced on by the female of his dreams.

Still…

“Sorry, beautiful.” He loosened his hold, but only a little, and pushed off from the rock. Still carrying her, his knot locking them together and her thighs wrapped around his hips, he waded over to a submerged rock bench on the far side of the pool.

Mindful that his cock was still deep inside her and he didn’t want her scraping her knees or shins, he was careful as he settled on the rock bench and kept her straddling him.

He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know I should be playing it cool, but you just took every filthy, perfect fantasy I had about being inside you and proved the reality was a million times better.”

And he wanted to do it again. Repeatedly. Starting immediately.

His cock twitched inside her at the thought.

The shyness in her gaze disappeared, erased by a wide smile that made him feel as tall as an Abzalian ice mountain. “I knew there were benefits to being with a younger male. You younglings have such stamina.”

His heart stuttered. He’d missed her teasing too.

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