Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 537

Chapter 537

Amelia’s POV

Damien and I rolled back and forth on our shared bed, making love for the fourth time that night alone. When the house was quiet, with everyone but us asleep, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

Some nights our lovemaking was rough and impassioned, other nights we were quick and dirty, but tonight… Tonight was soft and sweet.

Damien gently rolled his hips against me, plunging deeply but slowly. His hands were together, palms flat against one another’s, our fingers laced together.

He kissed me like I might break, and I whispered in his ear all my love for him.

We’d been through so much, faced so many obstacles. The problems we’d recovered from would have broken weaker bonds. But not ours.

Our hearts had been destined for each other across time and space, over realms and regardless of memory.

He was my perfect match in every way, both because that was what the Moon Goddess had decided for us and because that was what I had decided for myself.

Our relationship still wasn’t perfect. We were two very different people, but both too stubborn for our own good. But it was our love that united us, bringing us back together to try to communicate and fix things even when we were at odds.

Moments like this, were we reaffirmed our bonds again and again through the night were everything. It felt as if we were washing away the hurts of the past and rebuilding our connection one strand at a time. One thrust at a time.

I was getting close. He was so attuned to me that he must have been able to tell from the quickness of my breath, the tightness of my body.

“Come for me, my love,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed my earlobe. “Come for me, and I will follow you.”

I held on tightly to his hands as the wave of pleasure crested over the ridge and flooded through me. He thrust twice more than toppled with me into bliss.

After, sweaty and content, we held onto one another. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heart.

In time, we caught our breath. Damien gently played with my hair, coiling one of my curls around his fingers.

“Are you sure you would rather stay here than move to the golden palace?” Damien asked me.

We were still in the estate we had always shared. On his retirement, Benedict had offered us his palace, saying it was the place of Kings. But neither Damien nor I were into that kind of decadence.

I didn’t care how much more responsibility we had, I’d still rather be home. Plus, this was where the girls had always been. Their friends were here and their school. I saw no reason to move away.

Damien had agreed with me, but his continued return to this topic made me curious what he wanted.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What do you want, Damien?”

The laughed. “I couldn’t care less if we lived in a palace or in a trailer,” he said. “So long, as I had you and the kids, I’d be happy,”

“Then why do you keep asking?”

“Because your happiness is paramount to me,” he said. He huffed a breath. “And I swear Benedict takes it as insult whenever I say no.”

“I will tell him next time and he will stop asking,” I said,

“That’s true. He likes you more than me,”

“He made you his successor,” I pointed out.

“Only with you at my side,” he said. He stayed smiling, “I swear that’s not a complaint. I’d loathe to do this without you. In fact, I’d hate to do pretty much anything without you.”

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