Leaning down, I claim her mouth, kissing her until she’s gasping against my lips and my lungs burn for air.
Chapter 25
WINTER
I must’ve fallen asleep on the chair next to Cillian’s bed because I’m woken by Damien as he lifts me to his chest.
He carries me to our bed and lays me down. Without a word, he pulls my shirt over my head. His fingers curl into the waistband of my sweatpants, and he tugs the fabric off, along with my panties.
I watch as he throws the clothes in the laundry basket before taking off his own. He turns off the lights then comes to climb into bed. When his hand grips hold of my hip, I snuggle closer until I’m pressed against his chest.
Silence fills the room. I rest my hand on his bare skin and press a kiss to his throat.
“The first time I saw you, I never could’ve imagined this would be our future,” I murmur.
“A lot has happened in five weeks.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you never thought you’d love me,” I tease him, not wanting the incident from this afternoon to affect our relationship. Honestly, I haven’t thought about Petro or Damien finding out. It was the last thing on my mind.
“It was hard pushing my feelings for you aside,” he admits.
I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Do you regret not being auctioned off to Carson?”
Damien brings his hand to my face and draws a line from my temple to my lips. “At first, I was angry, but then I was made an offer I couldn’t resist.”
“Marrying me?” Keeping my palm flat on his skin, I move my hand down until I reach his cock. I wrap my fingers around his length and begin to slowly stroke him.
Damien nods as he rolls me onto my back. “Claiming you.” He positions himself between my legs and begins to rub his hardness against my clit. Lowering his head, his teeth tug at my bottom lip, and then he leaves a trail of kisses and bites down my throat before coming back to my mouth.
I feel his hand between us, his knuckles brushing over my clit, as he positions his cock by my opening. He thrusts inside me, and I gasp against his lips. I expect him to take me hard, but instead, he keeps still as he begins to deepen the kiss.
It’s different from the ones before. It feels as if Damien’s making love to my mouth, his tongue caressing me with strong strokes, and his lips kneading mine until I moan against him.
He pulls out of me before slowly entering me, filling me with every inch of him. When he keeps the pace agonizingly slow, I whimper into his mouth.
Damien breaks the kiss, and lifting his head, he locks eyes with me.
He pulls out again, and this time when he slowly enters me, he asks, “Do you feel me?”
“Every inch,” I breathe.
The moment becomes loaded with intensity as he keeps my gaze imprisoned. Emotion begins to build in my chest as he pushes inside me again.
Damien’s making love to me. For the first time.
My breaths begin to rush over my lips, and overwhelmed by the realization, I blink fast to keep the tears back.
He pushes his arm under my body and gripping me tightly to him, his mouth finds mine again. He sweeps me away from this world to a place where only we exist.
I fall so hard, so unbelievably fast, from how passionately he’s kissing me. I savor every stroke as he fills me. I inhale his breaths. My arms wrap tightly around his broad back, and I cling to the man who’s become my life.
“You own me,” I whimper, and it’s all it takes for Damien to lose control.
He begins to drive into me, harder and faster with every thrust until my body bows against his. Pleasure rips through me like a devasting tornado.
Panting against his mouth, I breathe in his growl as he finds his own release. His muscled body jerks against mine, and then I take his weight as he collapses on top of me.
For a long moment, our breathing is all that fills the air as we cling to each other.
Damien is the first to move, lifting his head so he can look at me. Our eyes meet, and then he murmurs, “Slava ne mogut apisat' mayu lyubof' k tebe.”
My lips curve up at hearing the Russian words. “What does it mean?”
“Words can’t describe my love for you.”
Lifting my head, I press a tender kiss to his mouth.
DAMIEN
Cillian’s been sleeping on and off for the past three days, but when he’s finally awake enough to sit up in bed, I walk into the room to check on him.
Before I can ask how he’s feeling, Cillian gestures to Winter’s left hand. “What the fuck is that on her finger?”