Yours, I want to tell him, but I’m too tired, too weak in the aftermath of our passion. I feel my eyes close, and I burrow my head against his chest as I succumb to the pull of sleep.
* * *
Damon
I don’t sleep. I can’t. I hold Hadley and stroke her hair. She’s a sleeping angel in my arms.
And she’s mine. Fucking mine. My dick starts to harden again just thinking about how she gave herself to me so perfectly, how she came all over my cock, her soft little mewls and pants in my ear.
Being inside her was even more incredible than I imagined. It was like being joined to the other half of my soul. I’m so much bigger than her. She’s so goddamned tiny, yet somehow she fits me perfectly.
I continue to pet her, my little sex kitten. I drink in the sight of her like a man starved for water. Her dark lashes lay against her porcelain skin. Her lips are red and swollen from my kisses. They’re slightly parted as she sleeps softly.
I want to sink into her again, but there’s no way I’m going to wake her when she’s sleeping so peacefully.
Plus, she’s probably sore after her first time. I wasn’t exactly gentle there near the end. I’m sure she’ll need time to recover. I’m not a small man by any means.
Claiming her changes everything and nothing. I’ll still do anything for her, but it’s like everything has been amplified times a million.
I was protective of her before, but add possessive on top of that now. I’m like a wild animal that’s found his mate and wants to stay glued next to her side at all times to ensure no one fucks with what’s his.
Jesus, I hope I don’t terrify her with my intensity, but I can’t help it. I tried to fucking tell her, but she asked for it, practically begged me for it, rubbing that sweet little cunt all over me.
As if she can feel my thoughts on her, she stirs in my arms and slowly blinks her eyes open.
When she sees me gazing down at her, she smiles shyly.
“Hi,” she says breathily.
“Hey, sweetheart,” my voice is so soft and tender I almost don’t recognize it, but I don’t give a fuck because that’s what she does to me.
“This is nice,” she says, burrowing closer to my chest.
I chuckle. “Glad you think so because I’m going to hold you like this every night from here on out, honey. You’re mine now, and I’m not going anywhere.”
I look down into her crystal blue eyes to try to gauge the impact my statement has on her, but I see nothing but contentment in her eyes. Thank Jesus.
“Promise?” she asks me, her expression trusting and hopeful, and my heart about bursts out of my chest. I’m thanking my lucky stars that this beautiful, perfect girl wants me. I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve her, but I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life trying to be good enough for her.
“You’re goddamn right I promise,” I tell her. “Satan himself couldn’t drag me away from you, baby.” I’d fight the devil and all his demons, brave a nuclear bomb, go to hell and back, all just for the chance to be with her.
She smiles up at me, the perfect picture of innocence. She’s the only thing that’s right about this broken world.
And now that I’ve got her in my arms right where she belongs, I’m never letting go.