Page 168 of Damián

“There was a guard to your left waiting to shoot you if you hesitated.”

“So… you were forced to kill a man… because I hesitated.”

“No. They were forcing you to kill him. I chose to take their power away,” I tell him, gently cupping his face in my hands until he finally looks at me. “I couldn’t let you carry the burden of taking a life, and I don’t care what I have to do. I won’t let Rafael break you, Oliver.”

“So this means he knows.”

“I’m not sure exactly what Rafael knows, but yes. He suspects something, and I think this was his sick way of testing you.”

Oliver closes his eyes, and I can feel the remaining adrenaline drain out of his body. His shoulders slump, and tears finally spill over, tracking down his cheeks.

“Hey, no, no, hermoso,” I murmur, pulling him against my chest and burying my face in his hair. “We’re okay, and this is almost over. Hold on just a little bit longer because we’re almost there, and you’ve done so well. So damn well.”

“Dami…” he breathes.

“¿Sí, mi cielo?”

“Distract me,” he pleads, his hands clinging to my arms.

“Tell me how. I’ll do anything.”

“Make me think of absolutely nothing but you.”

“Ollie,” I say, covering his face in small kisses. “I don’t want you to push yourself when your feelings aren—”

Oliver fists his hands in my hair and yanks me close, pressing a frantic kiss to my neck. His teeth graze my earlobe before he groans, “Get inside me, Damián.”

With that, all of the little restraint I had evaporates.

I hold his face with both hands, angle his beautiful jaw, and crash my lips against his. I back him up until his spine hits the wall of the suite, and he gasps.

I devour him.

I swallow the sound, my tongue pushing past his lips, tasting his mouth. He kisses me back with the same hunger I feel, and I love it.

“Damián,” he whimpers against my mouth.

“I’m right here,” I breathe, dragging my lips down his jawline to bite his neck. “I’ve got you.”

My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, and I pull hard, popping the buttons free. I slide my hands across his bare chest, trailing my lips down his skin, and kiss his pec, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Turns out, I absolutely love hickeys and marks.

Well, only if they’re mine on his body… or his on mine.

Oliver’s hands are clumsy and trembling as they yank at my belt, trying to undo the buckle. His knuckles brush against my stomach, and I groan.

Fuck, I love this man’s touch so much.

I grind my hips against his. “What do you want, mi cielo?”

“I want you inside me,” Ollie begs, his voice breaking as he finally frees the buckle.

I grab him by the hips and lift him off the floor. Oliver wraps his legs around my waist, his arms locking around my neck, and I carry him to the bed.

“And Dami—” He stretches his body out on the bed, looks up at me with the most delicious fuck-me face, and licks his lips. “Don’t be gentle.”

So I do exactly what my man wants.