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Now I feel free. Honest.
“Slip inside,” I whisper against his ear.
I’m aroused and ready, watching him tower over me as he slips inside, slowly, his gaze never tearing away from mine.
Until he leans down and kisses the daylights out of me. Until everything becomes darkness—darkness I crave and seek out and love.
Each stroke is meant to pound into me, but in soft measures, hitting the right spot at the perfect rhythm.
“Will you come for me?” He bites on my pierced nipple.
I nod. “Come inside.”
His devilish chuckle vibrates through the room, a fleeting moment I never want to forget until I’m gray and gone.
It doesn’t matter that he’s not going fast. I crave the slowness because I can feeleverything. Every time he brings the tip of his cock at my entrance, and each time he takes the journey up my walls.
With the amount of pressure he then applies to my neck and his deep thrusts, I feel like a host inside my own body. I’m there—but not really. My mind is elsewhere in a world dedicated to Damon.
He rubs on my clit, harshly slithering himself in and out of me. Then he grabs onto my jaw, to kiss me, to silence my cries, as his own cum pumps inside my walls while I lose my mind, my back arching, my muscles spasming.
“Damon.”
“Fuck. When you say my name like that, I love it.”
“What else do you love?” I don’t think my words through as I slowly come down from my high.
“You.” He shakes his head, his messy hair urging to be grabbed again.
I still beneath him as he slips out of my sex.
“I love you, Gemma.”
I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t evenbreathe.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
It feels like an epiphany.
It feels like a blessing.
It feels like a curse.
“After everything I told you, you still doubt it,” Damon tells me.
I swallow, deeply, when he brings his lips atop of mine, without kissing them. Instead he whispers, “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”
My heart drops. Scratch that—it left.
“Damon . . . really?”
“Really, Red.”
Our kiss is passionate. It’s pain for the ones we hurt to get here. It’s pleasure and fear of the unknown. It’s a new beginning. And it’s the death of our old selves.
Our tongues swirl together in one swift motion, our lips savoring each movement, and I’m so happy I could cry a full gallon of tears. Tears of joy.
Because Damon makes me happy.
