Elena’s POV
The hot water cascaded down my spine as Damien stood before me, 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 me.
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 me.
Without warning, his strong hands gripped my hips and lifted me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed me back against the cool tile wall.
The shock of cold ceramic against my heated skin made me gasp, but the wicked smile playing on Damien’s lips told me 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 me in one smooth motion. The sensation of being completely filled by him stole my breath. He didn’t hesitate, immediately setting a rhythm that had me 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 movements 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 met. The raw passion burning in his gaze as he pressed me harder against the wall made my stomach flutter with anticipation. This was what I had always craved, someone who wanted me 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 me, my entire body trembling with the force of it. Damien’s intense stare never wavered, drinking in every moment of my
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release.
As the waves subsided, he lowered me to my feet and turned me around. I braced my hands against the built–in shower bench as he positioned himself behind me, his fingers trailing down my slick folds before he entered me again.
The new angle had me 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 me. The dual sensations had me spiraling toward another climax embarrassingly quickly.
“Come for me,” he commanded in a rough whisper.
His words shattered what little control I had left. My second orgasm hit harder than the first, leaving me 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 me 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 moment 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 contentment.
“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.
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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 basement door standing open. After exchanging a meaningful look, we made our way down the stairs.
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