Page 128 of Master of Death


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Most important, I kiss him because when I’m in his arms the magic spreads like the venom of a black widow. That magic clings to every corner inside of me until the agony is nothing but a distant memory.

Until nothing matters but his touch and his words.

I pull away from our kiss and stand. I remove my sneakers, the sweatpants I put on when we got here, and my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down.

I bite my lip when I see him push off his jogging pants underneath his ass, freeing his cock.

My heart pounds like a drum as I straddle him, my hands slipping beneath his black hoodie and white tee to feel the edges of his abs.

We lean forward, me gulping, him pushing my hair behind my ear. Our lips are so, so close, our breaths mingling together, allowing our desires to sync together through silence.

I slide him inside me, moaning as my hips dance against his length.

I lift my gray hoodie, baring my chest, my body thrashing in pleasure against his. It feels delicious when his mouth gives mine every bit of attention that it craves.

His hand roughly grips my chin while his hardness plunges into me. We crash one after the other, lazily, our lips inseparable, our hearts healing as one.

Then our foreheads brush, and a small laugh slips past me.

“What?” he asks, eyeing me like a treasure to behold. Eyeing me like he’s not done surveying said treasure. As if he wishes to spend his lifetime exploring my flaws, exploring my strengths.

“Nothing,” I say, stroking his cheek with my forefinger. “I just love you, that’s all.”

“That’s all?”

I nod.

“No, that’severything.”

Nature is the best alarm clock. Birds are chirping, and the misty morning dampness is felt through layers and layers of clothes.

Courtesy of Damon.

Our early hike is rewarding and damaging all at once. The woodsy smell is addicting, along with the light wind and the blazing rays of sunshine. But my feet are dying in my hiking boots as blisters are forming, and my legs tremble from the inclination of the hills at times.

“Are you okay?” Damon asks for the millionth time, handing me my water bottle.

“I’m fine.” I have his Apple Watch monitoring my heart rate. Really, in that moment, my heart feels completely full of life as I stare at Damon. Some days I’m in awe of him, and I wonder if that’s even normal to feel this way for someone.

I grab my phone from my side pocket and snap a picture of him. My new wallpaper.

We power through, with me behind him snacking on protein bars and watching him guide us up the mountain like a god bringing his mortal home.

“Wow.” I breathe out once we reach the top. The two-hour walk was worth it. “Look at this view,” I tell him as I’m about to sit on the edge of the rocky cliff.

“Gemma, don’t youdare.”

“What?” I sigh, knowing I should pacify him for a while. We’re high up. One slip of the shoe and I’d be dead. “Oh, all right.”

I sit in the center of the supporting rock. I’m all sweaty, and I need to pee again, yet my focus can’t shift from the breathtaking sight.

My eyes are fixated on the shafts of sunlight pouring into the valley when something is thrown in my lap.

A dark-green velvet box.

“Damon.” I swallow when I open the box and stare at a green stone set in a gold engagement ring.

He can’t be serious.

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