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"Damien—" Her voice broke. "I'm close."
"I know." I could feel it. Every flutter. Every tremor. Every desperate clench.
Our rhythm quickened—more urgent now. Her nails dug into my back as her hips rose to meet mine, chasing the same edge I was racing toward.
I cupped her face, drawing her gaze to mine.
"Together," I breathed. "Come with me."
She shattered first—by half a second—her cry breaking against my lips as her body clamped around mine. Then I was falling too, the release tearing through me with a force that whited out everything except her.
Her name. Her face. Her arms held me as I came, as I spilled myself inside of her.
Mine.
We trembled through it together, bodies tangled, momentum blurring into a soul-altering rhythm.
And when it ended, I stayed buried inside.
I never want to let this go.
Not the sex. Not just this moment. Her. This life.
I wanted it forever.
Mine.
Chapter fifty-two
Damien
Sunlight crept through the curtains, catching in the strands of her hair, along the curve of her shoulder.
She was still asleep, a picture of perfection wrapped in my arms.
I just watched her, letting the certainty from last night settle deep in my bones.
Forever.
The word didn't scare me anymore.
The morning passed in a blur—coffee, showers, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the steam. Emma stole my tie and made me chase her for it.
I chased her lazily, letting her win.
We rode to the office together, her hand resting in mine. She talked about her schedule—a call with legal, something about quarterly reports. I nodded in all the right places, but my mind kept drifting.
I knew what I needed to do.
It was time.
I walked her to her office, lingering in the doorway longer than I should.
She smiled up at me. "You're staring again."
"I can't seem to stop," I admitted.
She rose onto her toes and kissed me—soft and quick.
