Page 21 of Beyond the Storm
I slid my hands beneath his backside and lifted his hips so I could thrust in deeper. As he moaned, he brought his hand to his mouth and bit the back of it to muffle the next one. I quickened my pace and gritted my teeth. The mind-numbing pleasure consumed me. But it was his pleasure I craved the most. Every sigh and barely muffled moan encouraged me on.
He slapped a hand on my chest and squeezed my pecs. “Damn. I love these.” He then pushed harder. “Lie back.”
Without disconnecting our bodies, I rolled to my back on the rug and positioned him on top. Daman planted both hands on my chest as he started a slow pace with his hips, gliding up and down my cock.
My eyes rolled back. He felt too incredible.
“Warrin,” he whimpered. There was a shake in his voice. When our gazes locked, an achy tenderness shone in his green eyes. Daman wasn’t one to show much vulnerability. So when he did, it meant whatever emotion he battled with was too strong to hold back.
“I’m right here, kotya.” My hands skimmed up his sides, sliding beneath the material of his baggy sweater—the only clothing he still wore.
He cupped my cheek, then traced the line of my jaw with his fingertips. The tenderness never left his eyes. That look said more than words ever could. I felt his love on a soul-deep level. He then rested his palm over my heart. I lifted mine to do the same to him. The thrums beneath my palm quickened.
I had given him half of my own heart in order to save his life. Each beat in his chest echoed in mine. We were joined in every way possible in that moment. Hearts beating as one, bodies connected, and souls dancing.
And then, we soared together.
Daman rode me to climax, his thighs quaking as his stomach muscles grew taut. Tingles traveled down my spine and gathered at my base before a blinding pleasure crashed into me. His ass squeezed my cock, milking me until I had nothing more to give.
He collapsed on my chest afterward, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. I wrapped him in my arms and kissed the side of his dark hair. He hid his face against my neck. That vulnerability still had hold of him.
“Is it Envy?” I asked. His sin rarely used me anymore to hurt Daman—like he had in the beginning of our relationship by feeding Daman lies and causing him to doubt me—but there were times when the negativity still took him over.
“No,” he whispered.
That’s when I heard the purrs vibrating in his chest—a sound I associated with his sin. Envy was happy. I slowly rubbed up and down his spine. “Then what’s wrong?”
Daman peered down at me, his eyes shining with tears. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just…” He ducked his head, and his bangs fell forward to hide his face. I gently tipped up his chin to bring his gaze back to mine. “I’m so goddamn happy, War. It doesn’t seem real.”
I knew the feeling. Every morning when I woke up to him beside me, every time I held Sorin, I also had difficulty believing it was real. But it was. All of it.
“I’m happy too.” I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his wedding ring. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. “My life didn’t truly begin until I met you. It’s a life I wouldn’t trade for anything.”
“Neither would I.” Daman rested our foreheads together. “I’m so in love with you it hurts. I fall harder every day.”
“Keep falling,” I murmured against his temple. “For I’ll always be here to catch you.”
“I know.”
The crackling fire was relaxing as we held each other. Only when a small cry came from upstairs did we pull apart. Our baby boy was awake. Daman pulled his sweatpants back on while I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped them.
“Help me, kotya.” I lifted a hand for him to help me up from the rug.
“Come on, old man,” he said with a laugh as he pulled me to my feet.
“Age has nothing to do with it,” I responded, tugging him to my chest. “It’s because you rode me to within an inch of my life. I need a nap.”
He laughed again. Gods, I loved the sound of it.
Hand in hand, we walked to our son’s bedroom. His cry broke off into an excited smile and leg bounce as he spotted us. Daman reached into his crib and gathered him in his arms before kissing the side of Sorin’s silver hair. “Did my sweet little guy have a nice nap?”
I placed my hand on the back of Sorin’s head. How someone so little could own such a large piece of my heart was astounding.
Daman looked at me. “I know I’ve said it a hundred times… but I’m so thankful you chose me that day.”
The day when I said I wanted to marry him to secure the alliance between the ice dragons and the Nephilim. But my motives had gone deeper than a mere alliance. My soul had chosen Daman. And it would keep choosing him long after I drew my final breath.
“There’s not a thing in this world that could keep me from you,” I said. “I dare anyone to try.”
