“He’s not Dominic right now. And I need to face that. So does he.”
I rose from the antique chair. I squeezed her shoulder gently as I walked past. “Thank you for taking care of him. I’ll take it from here.”
“I am sorry, your majesty.”
I strolled to the door, the ring box striking over my heart with a thud. My ribs closed in around my lungs, seizing the air. Today wasn’t going to be the day. My brother needed me.
38
Molly
I couldn’t take it anymore. Brooklyn hadn’t returned any of my calls. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. I hoped Georgan was downstairs. He was my favorite driver. I didn’t know the others as well. I was out of options. I had to check on her in person. I still had a key to the apartment.
As soon as I opened the door I ran into Damon. His wide shoulders filled the door.
“Oh.” My eyes locked on his dark stare. Chills ran along my spine.
There was something sad in his gaze. It was as if the smolder in his eyes was clouded.
I took a step backward.
His arms encircled me. He breathed into my neck, holding me tighter with each exhale.
“What’s wrong?” I wrapped my hands around his waist. “Did something happen?” I asked.
He kicked the door closed behind us as he lifted my toes from the floor. I drifted over the hardwoods as he kept me in his embrace.
My toes touched the floor again. I looked at Damon. I traced the lines of his sculpted jaw with the pad of my thumb. I could feel his somber mood washing off him.
“What is it?”
He still hadn’t spoken a word.
“I need you. I need this.” His voice was low and certain.
He brushed his lips over mine, drinking in the kiss as if I was the last breath he would ever take. He tongue slid along mine, twisting and curling in my mouth. I had no idea what had happened. I only knew he needed my lips.
He lowered me to the couch. His hands roaming. Pulling the clothes from my body. He sat up, shirking off his jacket and shirt. I reached for his zipper, freeing him from his pants.
He found my lips again, searing them with another heated kiss.
All the other times, Damon had been commanding and powerful with my body. But as he moved between my legs, I felt how different this was. I wrapped my heels around him, digging them into his backside.
He groaned as he pushed inside me. His thrusts were slow and deliberate. He kissed my throat and behind my ear.
“Ohh,” I whimpered as he drew back and stroked my inner walls with his thickness.
If I could take away the hurt in his eyes, I would. I would love him whole again. I would heal him with my body. Give him pleasure. Take away the pain.
I arched into him, giving him my body. He surged inside me with a vibrating growl.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. My eyes locked on his. “Yours, you majesty.”
“Oh God.” He pumped faster. And within seconds I could feel his body tighten.
I gripped his shoulders as we shattered together. Our bodies fighting the pleasure and giving in to the release until we were covered in the glow of making love.
Holy hell, that was entirely different. Damon kissed the side of my neck and gently rested on my breast. I ran my nails over his back. He twitched inside me, but neither of us was anxious to move.