Page 13 of Claimed By Him
His eyes burned with triumph as he pulled me closer, his grip unyielding. “You’re saying it wrong, Jade,” he demanded, his tone low and commanding. I just wanted him to keep saying my name like that. “Youloveme so much it hurts.”
I choked on my laugh. The audacity of this man. “I love yo-”
The word was barely out of my mouth before his lips crashed against mine, fierce and consuming. His hands roamed my body, stripping away the thin layers of fabric as though claiming me anew. I let him take what he wanted, meeting his intensity with a hunger of my own.
When he lifted me onto the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist, I didn’t resist. I welcomed it—the heat, the fire, the possessive way he held me as though I was the only thing that mattered.
“You belong to me,” he growled, his teeth grazing my neck. “Say it again, Jade.”
“I love you,” I repeated, my voice breathless as he pressed in between my legs. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself between them. The head of his cock nudged at my entrance, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.
The world blurred as he moved, each thrust a declaration, each touch branding me in ways words never could. I clung to him, to the strength and certainty he offered, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe I was safe.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his breath hot against my ear.
“I love you,” I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into me, filling me completely.
The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure blurring into something raw and primal. Damian’s movements were unrelenting, each stroke a declaration, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
“You’ll never have to worry again,” he murmured, his voice a low growl as his hips moved against mine. “No one will ever touch you, hurt you, or take you away from me. I won’t allow it.”
My breaths came in shallow gasps, my body trembling as he pressed deeper, his grip on my thighs bruising but grounding. “Damian,” I whimpered, the sound swallowed by his lips as he kissed me fiercely.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my mouth, his hands sliding up to cradle my face. “Always.”
The knot of tension in my core tightened, building with every thrust until it snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out, my body clenching around him as I shattered in his arms.
Damian wasn’t far behind, his movements growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside me, groaning my name as he came.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the water and our ragged breaths, the steam curling around us like a cocoon. Damian pressed his forehead against mine, his hands still cradling my face as he gazed at me with an intensity that stole my breath.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words breaking free before I could stop them.
His eyes softened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced with something deeper, something unshakable. “I loved you first,” he murmured, his voice rough but certain.
The tears I’d been holding back spilled over, and I let out a broken sob, burying my face in his chest. Damian held me close, his arms wrapping around me as though he could shield me from the world itself.
“You’re safe, Jade,” he said again, his voice a low growl. “Nothing will ever change that.”
I clung to him, my heart aching with the weight of his words and the truth they carried. Damian Blackwood was dark, dangerous, and possessive, but he was also mine. And for the first time, I didn’t feel trapped—I felt free.
Bound to him, yes. But free.
THE END.
