Elena’s POV
The hot water cascaded down my spine as Damien stood before , his intense gaze making my pulse race. His fingers tilted my chin upward, allowing him access to trail kisses along the sensitive column of my throat. When his mouth found my breast, drawing the peaked tip between his lips, a soft moan escaped .
The vibration of his low growl against my skin sent heat spiraling through my core. His mouth returned to mine, claiming it with a hunger that made my knees weak. The intoxicating scent of my arousal mingled with the steam around us, and I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against .
Without warning, his strong hands gripped my hips and lifted effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed back against the cool tile wall.
The shock of cold ceramic against my heated skin made gasp, but the wicked smile playing on Damien’s lips told he knew exactly what he was doing. I wound my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until our mouths crashed together again.
His hand moved between our bodies, positioning himself before he thrust inside in one smooth motion. The sensation of being completely filled by him stole my breath. He didn’t hesitate, imdiately setting a rhythm that had gasping against the wall with each powerful thrust.
I traced kisses along his jaw until I reached his neck, finding the mark there and drawing it into my mouth. Damien’s movents slowed as he groaned in pleasure, his control wavering under my ministrations.
His fingers tangled in my wet hair, pulling my head back until our eyes t. The raw passion burning in his gaze as he pressed harder against the wall made my stomach flutter with anticipation. This was what I had always craved, soone who wanted just as desperately as I wanted him.
"Don’t stop," I breathed against his lips as the tension in my core began to coil tighter.
His eyes never left mine as he continued his relentless pace, watching every expression that crossed my face as I climbed toward my peak.
"That’s it," I gasped as my climax crashed over , my entire body trembling with the force of it. Damien’s intense stare never wavered, drinking in every mont of my release.
As the waves subsided, he lowered to my feet and turned around. I braced my hands against the built-in shower bench as he positioned himself behind , his fingers trailing down my slick folds before he entered again.
The new angle had biting my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. His hands gripped my hips as he moved with increasing urgency, low growls rumbling from his chest.
He gathered my hair in his fist, pulling my head back to access my neck. His lips found my mark, sucking gently as he continued to drive into . The dual sensations had spiraling toward another climax embarrassingly quickly.
"Co for ," he commanded in a rough whisper.
His words shattered what little control I had left. My second orgasm hit harder than the first, leaving shaking and breathless. A few more thrusts and Damien found his own release, his weight settling against my back as we both caught our breath.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck before we separated, and I turned to face him.
"I love you," he said, pulling against his chest.
"I love you more," I replied with a smile.
"If you say so," he chuckled, but his eyes were soft with affection.
After cleaning ourselves properly, we dried off and headed to the bedroom for clothes. The mont we crossed the threshold, we both froze.
I quickly checked Briar in her bassinet, relieved to find her sleeping peacefully. Caleb was also undisturbed in his small bed on the other side of our room.
"They’re both fine," I told Damien, though tension had replaced our previous contentnt.
"You know whose scent that is," he said grimly.
"I know. He was listening at the door." The thought made my skin crawl.
"He wants you back," Damien stated, his jaw clenched.
"That’s never going to happen," I said firmly. Damien dressed quickly and headed for the door.
Knowing a confrontation was imminent, I threw on sweatpants and a tank top before following him.
"Damien, don’t do anything reckless," I called out, catching up with him on the main floor.
"Where is that bastard?" he growled.
"Maybe he went back to his room," I suggested.
We were about to head upstairs when we noticed the basent door standing open. After exchanging a aningful look, we made our way down the stairs.
We didn’t need to go far before Marcus’s voice reached us. He was talking to the creature in the cage.
"So you’re angry that she found another mate? What did you expect?" the creature was saying.
"I expected her to wait for . She wasn’t supposed to run away. She was supposed to stay here while I handled Viviana and her uncle," Marcus replied.
"You planned to kill Viviana’s uncle," the creature observed.
"Yes. That would have cleared the way for Elena and to be together. But I ruined everything. I couldn’t control myself, and that drove her away," Marcus said bitterly.
"Well, go get her. She’s right upstairs," the creature suggested.
"She hates . And Damien will kill without hesitation. I’ve seen how he looks at her. He’ll never let her go," Marcus said.
"You’re absolutely right about that," Damien said, stepping into view.
Marcus sprang from his seat, his face going pale when he saw us standing there. While Damien looked ready for violence, I was more disturbed by the fact that Marcus was confiding his secrets to this creature.
What was I missing here?
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