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My throat seizes, and words die before they reach my lips, crushed by the pressure in my chest. My pulse hammers against my ribs as I press back into him, my body saying what my voice can’t.
When he reaches around to touch me, his fingers finding my clit, I shatter. The orgasm hits like a collision. Sudden, violent, and devastating. My spine arches as I cry out his name for the first time since knowing who he is.
He follows seconds later, his body going rigid against mine, his muscles locking as my name spills from his lips. The sound sends tremors through me that leave my limbs weak and shaking.
My forehead presses against the cool wood of his desk. Neither of us moves, our chests heaving in unison, his ribs expanding against my spine with each breath, and tremors run through his fingers where they hold me.
When he withdraws, the emptiness he leaves behind swallows me whole. I press my lips together to trap the sound trying to escape. His palms steady me as I turn to face him. His eyes are wide and unguarded, like every wall he’s built has crumbled at once.
He’s still fully dressed, his pants still at his thighs, the evidence of our orgasms glistening on his length. The sight sends another hot pulse sliding between my legs.
He leans down to press his lips to mine again. “I love kissing you.”
This kiss is different, soft and gentle. His fingers caress my cheeks while his lips part mine with patient pressure. No rush, no desperation, just his mouth learning mine like he has forever to get it right. My knees buckle, and I melt into him, gripping his shirt to keep upright.
The kiss feeds a hunger deep inside me, an ache for closeness beyond the physical.
“I’m sorry I ever denied us this,” he whispers against my lips.
“Please never do it again.”
“Never.”
The need to touch him, to reassure myself that he’s letting me in, overwhelms me. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length. The way he arches into my fingers, groaning softly, sends a fresh pulse of triumph and tenderness through me.
He threads his fingers through mine, stilling my hand, as he releases my lips. He lifts his head and meets my eyes, and I see the worry in his.
I lift my hand to his face, my thumb tracing his cheek, loving that I can touch him now. “What’s the matter?”
“You’re not going to change your mind, are you?”
“Are you?”
“Never.” The word tears from him again.
He brings my hand to his mouth and presses his lips to my palm. The ache I’ve been carrying in my ribcage loosens, my breath flowing easier than it has in days.
“Good.” A real smile pulls at my mouth for the first time since this nightmare started. “Now, why don’t you take me upstairs and fuck me properly?”
His grin turns wickedly familiar, the same curve of his lips I know from all those nights beneath his mask. It’s the first genuine smile I’ve seen from him since everything went to hell, and it’s like watching the sun come out after a storm.
He steps closer, tilting my chin up so our lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss.
“I’m sorry, did I not just do that, little doe? I know it’s been a couple of days, but your memory is surely better than that.”
The sarcasm is so him, so perfectly my wolf. I laugh, breathy and light, and stand on tiptoes to brush my lips against his.
“I want you to make love to me, Damien.”
His eyes darken, and his fingers press into my flesh. He whispers my name as if it’s the most sacred thing he knows.
“Come on,” he murmurs with a half-smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “I’m taking you to bed, little doe.”
Chapter thirty-nine
Luna
Damien grips under my thighs, his powerful hands lifting me with ease. My limbs coil around him, a breathless laugh escaping my lips as he holds me against his solid chest, our bodies touching everywhere. My heart hammers against my ribs—not from fear, but from anticipation. From the knowledge that everything has changed between us.
