Page 37 of Cupid Is A Liar
I’m lost to sensation. There’s only his hands on me, his body so hot, his chest against my back. I move at a frantic pace until all the pressure in my body becomes unbearable and I break. With a loud, sharp cry, I come, undulating against him while he holds me close, our bodies fused. Behindme Damian cries out and gives one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he can go. We hold still for a second. I’m trembling, and Damian is too.
Slowly, gently, he pulls out and eases back enough for me to breathe. Now that I’m not so caught up in my body and how it reacts to his, reality rushes back in. I look down, embarrassed.
“Uh, sorry. I wasn’t expecting that,” I murmur to the floor.
A husky chuckle has me looking up. Damian turns me in his arms and stares at me with pure joy and fondness, in a way that makes me blush. I can feel it, the warmth in my face extending all the way to my hairline.
“I wasn’t expecting it either,” he rumbles, then pulls me close and rests his cheek on the top of my head. “But it was wonderful. Amazing. I want you to do it a thousand more times.”
I peek up at him, sure he must be joking. “What? Come a thousand times?”
“Every way you can,” he answers, smiling. “I’m going to find a million ways to make you feel good. I want to see you like that over and over again.”
I can’t help but smile back at that, at the enthusiastic way he says it. “I mean,” mock rolling my eyes, “if you insist.”
Then we’re laughing and kissing and Mr. Wiggles wakes. He weaves between our feet, yowling dramatically, clearly offended to be excluded. Damian scoops him up without hesitation, murmuring a quiet apology as he pets behind the cat’s ears.
“Hey,” I say, glancing down at my watch. “It’s five minutes until midnight.”
Damian grins, bends down, and kisses me again, soft this time, lingering.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers.
“Happy Valentine’s Night,” I whisper back.
I thread my fingers through his and let myself stay in this moment. Soft light. Steady hands. Shared breath. As the city hums and the candles burnlow, the evening folds gently around us. Tomorrow waits like a promise, warm and bright. One more kiss.
For the first time in a long time, neither of us is alone.
THE END
