Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 157

CHAPTER 157

GABRIELLE’S POV

I stared at him, searching his gaze.

Damon looked almost uncertain -as if he wasn’t sure how I would respond. His eyes held mine, patient and strangely vulnerable.

I reached up and touched his cheek gently.

“You don’t even have to ask me,” I said softly. “I am yours completely… body and soul.”

He froze as if my words had stunned him.

His gaze searched my face slowly, like he was trying to find even the smallest hint that I didn’t mean it.

“You know everything about me,” he said.

“I do.

d.”

ened. “Of course, I did.

agile and almost dis

ree hand slid down

uld.”

n his expression then.

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ed my hand over m

ill always choose

ere and intertwining our fingers together.

ly, the words rough like they had forced their way out of his chest. “Before anyone

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blinked. “Dar

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‘No,

voice calmer now. “Even before our child

lutely not.”

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y face like he was memorizing it, lik

looking for,” he whispered. “I still

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so quickly that I won

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ring there.

inside me again.

1. me. Please.”

ment to memory.

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Damon slid out almost all the way and pushed back in even more slowly this time, going so deep that my nails dug into his skin.

He was so deep that I could feel the pressure in my stomach.

“Mmm… right there…” I cried out.

He brought our intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. “You feel so good. I could stay inside you forever.”

God.

Damon had never had a problem being vocal in bed, but this felt… different.

Pleasantly so.

“I need you to feel how much I love you,” he said, his eyes still on mine as he moved in and out. “Do you feel it, wife? Do you feel my love?”

I could never grow tired of those words- of knowing that he loved me.

soft sob broke from my chest before I could stop it.

I whispered, my voice trembling as I held his gaze. “I can feel it.”

pression changed instantly.

mething intense softened in his eyes, like my answer had reached a place inside him that had been waiting for it.

He kept moving, sending spark after spark through my body with each thrust.

His hand came up to cradle the side of my face, and his thumb brushed away the tears that had escaped without me noticing.

I lifted my chin anyway, letting him see everything I felt.

Love, devotion, and the quiet certainty that I wasn’t going anywhere.

Soft moans escaped my lips before I could stop them.

Damon brushed his lips against mine as he reached for the hand above my head and intertwined our fingers again.

I arched up to him, my nails scratching deep into his skin as he fucked me deep, each stroke torturously slow.

And I loved it.

red down at me like I was his whole world.

y sexy he looked while he ruined me softly, loved the short burst of breath that escaped him with every

st approaching.

ed, holding onto him tightly.

ine, both of his arms now beside my body as he hugged me back.

is soft against mine,” he whispered against my ear. “And you’re so fucking wet. Just how I like it.”

as so close to my ears that it sent shivers down my spine, and I involuntarily gripped his cock

ted in my ear.

only drove me madder with need.

maybe he felt that too because the next second, his pace picked up.

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“Damon…”

He rested his temple against mine. “You’re going to come for me now. Keep your eyes on me.”

Damon drove into me with a slow but hard force that unraveled me completely.

I could barely keep my eyes open and on his as the sensation overwhelmed me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

“Oh, Damon,” I whimpered his name repeatedly, unable to say anything else as my vision blurred with tears of pleasure.

A sharp rush of pleasure tore through me, knocking the breath from my lungs. It felt as though every nerve in my body had been set alight.

“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly. “Keep moaning my name. Just like that.”

I didn’t think it was possible to feel any better than I did before, but he proved me wrong when he called me a ‘good girl‘.

My walls squeezed around him instinctively.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

His hips snapped into mine in an angle that had me seeing stars. I moaned his name again and again as he fucked me harder and deeper, owning every inch of my body.

He felt too fucking good.

“I’m… so close.”

“Come for me, wife,” he said.

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