Elara
The next morning, I woke up in Damien’s big bed feeling completely different. My body was still sore in the best way from last night, but my heart felt sure now. I knew Damien was mine. I was tired of fighting it. I was tired of hiding. I wanted to give him everything because he belonged to me too.
I turned to him and saw he was already awake, watching me with those dark, hungry eyes. Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him and kissed him deeply. My hands moved over his strong chest as I pressed my naked body against his.
“Damien,” I whispered against his lips, “I’m yours. Take me again.”
He groaned and flipped me onto my back in one smooth move. His big body covered mine completely. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth while his hands explored every inch of
