75 Chapter 75


    75 Chapter 75


    Sera’s POV 1


    As his hand started to retreat, I caught it. I pressed his palm against my cheek, closing my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of his fingers, the solidity of him. It was a lifeline.


    “I love you,” the confession tumbled out, barely a whisper against the skin of his palm. “I think I’ve loved you since that night five years. ago, even when I thought I’d never see you again. Even when I hated you for leaving. Even when I didn’t know who you were.”


    The silence that followed was profound, charged with the weight of my admission. Then his fingers flexed against my cheek, tightening slightly. When I opened my eyes, his gaze held a depth of emotion that stole my breath.


    “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice husky and uneven.


    The space between us vanished. He moved, a controlled urgency, his hands framing my face. The first press of his lips against mine was soft, hesitant, almost reverent. A question. My answer was immediate. My lips parted under his, my hands fisted in the crisp cotton of his shirt, anchoring myself, pulling him closer.


    That tentative touch ignited. Five years of pent-up longing, frustration, hope, and desperate love erupted. The kiss deepened, turning hot and searching, desperate to bridge the lost time. His tongue swept into my mouth, iming, and I met him with equal fervor, a low


    moan escaping me. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me against the solid wall of his chest. The world narrowed to the hard heat


    of his body against mine, the demanding pressure of his mouth, the frantic beat of my own heart.


    He broke the kiss only to bury his face in the curve of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “Sera,” he growled, the sound


    vibrating through me. My name on his lips felt like a benediction, a homing I’d craved without knowing.


    Our hands moved frantically, buttons straining, fabric tearing slightly in our haste. “Damien,” I gasped as he shoved my blouse off my


    shoulders, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin along my corbone. “Yes, oh god.”


    His hands slid under my skirt, pushing it up, his fingers rough against the bare skin of my thighs. I wed at his belt buckle, my fingers


    trembling. “Need you,” I breathed, arching against him, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath his cks. The


    friction made stars burst behind my eyelids.


    He growled again, a feral sound that sent liquid heat pooling low in my belly. He stood briefly, pulling me up with him, then swiftly


    pushed my skirt and underwear down my legs. His eyes raked over me, naked from the waist down, lingering on my wet slit. His gaze


    was possessive, hungry.


    Before I could feel self-conscious, hisrge hands gripped my hips, spinning me roughly to face the bed. He guided me forward until 1


    braced my hands on the edge of the mattress. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor.


    I nced back over my shoulder. He was freed, his cock thick and hard, jutting proudly from his body. A tremor of pure need went through me. He caught my gaze, eyes zing. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with barely leashed control, but the tenderness


    underlying the roughness gave me another wave of warmth.


    “Yes! Fuck, Damien, please!” I cried, pushing my hips back, desperate for him. “Now!”


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    A low groan rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady. With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside me, hard and deep.


    “Ahh! Fuck!” The cry tore from my throat, a mixture of intense pressure and perfect, filling relief. He was huge, stretching me to the limit, driving out everything except the feeling of him buried deep.


    “Christ, you’re so tight,” he rasped, his voice strained. “So fucking wet for me.” He pulled back almostpletely, then mmed back in. setting a brutal, deep rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust.


    I pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Deeper!” I demanded, writhing. “Harder! God, yes!” The sounds of our bodies. pping together filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by my ragged cries and his low, guttural groans.


    He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, one hand sliding around my waist to find my clit. His fingers were rough, calloused, and perfect as they circled and pressed the sensitive bundle of nerves. “That’s it, Sera,” he growled against my ear. “Come for <ol><li> Come on my cock.” </li></ol>


    His words,bined with the relentless pounding deep inside me and the expert friction on my clit, pushed me over the edge almost instantly. “Oh God! Damien! I’m… Ahhh! I’ming!”


    My body locked, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through me. My legs trembled violently, my vision whiting out as my climax roared through every nerve ending.


    Feeling me convulse around him sent Damien crashing into his own climax. His rhythm stuttered, then he drove deep, shuddering hard


    against me. “Fuck! Sera!” he roared, his voice ragged with release.


    His hips jerked erratically as he pushed impossibly deep. I felt the hot, liquid pulse of his seed flooding inside me, the sensation


    intensifying my own tremors. He ground against me, gasping, spilling himselfpletely, the thick spurts washing through me.


    We copsed forward onto the bed, Damien’s weight pinning me gently, both of us breathing harshly, slick with sweat. His softened cock


    slipped out of me, leaving me feeling deliciously empty and marked.


    Slowly, he rolled to his side, pulling me with him, tucking me against his chest. His arm wrapped possessively around me, his hand


    resting low on my belly. His skin was hot against my back. He nuzzled into my hair, pressing a kiss against my temple. His seed was


    cooling on my thighs, a tangible reminder of what we’d shared.


    “That felt… real, he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and something deeper.


    I shifted, turning in his arms to face him. “It is,” I whispered, leaning forward to brush my lips against his.


    I sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace, my body sated and utterly rxed. Outside these walls, the future heldplications. But


    cocooned in his arms, the scent of our lovemaking in the air, our son sleeping peacefully nearby, one truth eclipsed everything else.


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