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AUTHOR’S POV
The bedroom air was thick with heat and the faint scent of bathwater still clinging to Sloane’s skin as Damon laid her on the mattress.
Her wet hair fanned out on the pillow, her chest rising and falling fast as she moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat.
He spread her legs gently but firmly, his hands warm on her thighs, and she blushed deep red, her eyes flickering with need and shy excitement.
Damon’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his voice rough but tender.
“God, Sloane, I missed you so much,” he said, his hands trembling slightly.
“I cried for you every night, wanting to hold you, touch you like this again.” Her p***y clenched at his words, wetness dripping out, and she whimpered,
“Damon,” her voice shaky and pleading.
He hissed in pl
