My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 87

87 Chapter 87 Call From Home

Elena’s POV

Damien stood behind me in the shower, his eyes drinking in every curve of my wet skin. His lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, pressing heated kisses that traveled down to my shoulder and traced a path along my spine.

His hands explored the length of my back with deliberate slowness until his palms cupped my backside. A low rumble escaped his throat, the sound vibrating against my

skin.

His touch became bolder as his hand slipped between my thighs, fingers finding my most sensitive spots and stroking with practiced precision. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that spilled from my lips.

My hips moved instinctively against his rhythm, seeking more of his touch until he finally slid one finger deep inside me. The intimate invasion made me gasp, my body adjusting to the sensation before he added another digit.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, surrendering to the pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out of me with increasing intensity. His mouth never stopped worshipping my neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle suction that left me breathless.

The scent of my arousal filled the steamy air around us. Damien turned my face toward his, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that muffled the sounds of my growing excitement.

But he couldn’t silence me for long. I broke away from his mouth, crying out as the tension inside me reached its breaking point. My forehead pressed against the cool shower wall as my body convulsed with the force of my climax, waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

Damien kept his fingers inside me until the last tremor subsided, then spun me around to face him. His kiss was desperate now, almost frantic, as if he needed my lips to breathe.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me from the shower. The water stopped running as he grabbed a towel, draping it around my

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shoulders without breaking our kiss.

We barely dried ourselves before he laid me back on the bed and portweed Ninet above me, supporting his weight on one muscular arm. My hands found his face pulling him down for another kiss as I felt him align himself with my entrance

He pushed into me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. The sudden stretch made me dig my nails into his back, still amazed by his size even after all this time together.

He began moving with slow, deliberate strokes while his lips remained fused to mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist again, my arms encircling his shoulders as he picked up the pace.

I encouraged him with my hands, urging him deeper and faster until I could see the telltale signs that he was close to his own release. Not wanting our connection to end. he gripped my waist and rolled us over until I was straddling him.

When he tried to sit up, I pressed my palm against his chest, pushing him back down as I began moving forward and back on top of him. His head hit the pillow hard as a guttural moan tore from his throat.

The profanity that followed only spurred me on. I increased my rhythm, and his hands found my hips, helping me move faster against him.

He writhed beneath me while I lost myself in the sensations above him. We were both racing toward the edge, and I reached it first, crying out as another powerful orgasm claimed me.

A few more desperate thrusts from Damien, and he found his own release, spilling himself inside me with a shuddering groan.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing heavily and slick with perspiration. His hands traced soothing patterns on my back as we recovered from our passion.

Eventually, I rolled off him and settled beside him, but he pulled me close immediately. My head found its favorite spot on his chest while he drew the sheet over our cooling bodies, his fingers continuing their gentle massage on my back until sleep claimed me.

The baby monitor’s crackling woke me hours later. I slipped on my robe and padded to Briar’s room, where she greeted me with the brightest smile. After lifting her from the crib and changing her diaper, I settled into the rocking chair for her feeding.

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She babbled contentedly in her baby language while I nursed her, and soon her eyelids grew heavy. I carefully placed her back in the crib, then stood watching her peaceful sleep for several minutes.

She was absolutely beautiful, and I never tired of these quiet moments. The same feeling had overwhelmed me with Caleb when he was small, this deep contentment from simply watching my child dream.

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