DAMIAN’S POV
For the first time in years, I felt loved… truly, bone-deep loved.
And damn if my heart wasn’t pounding like a kid on Christmas morning.
What greater joy could there be than having the woman of my wildest dreams curled up in my bed on a lazy Friday morning?
My arms locked tight around her waist under the sheets, her soft warmth bleeding into me despite the AC blasting ice-cold.
Those little breathy whimpers slipped from her lips every few seconds… fuk, it was perfection.
I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to move.
Let this moment stretch into forever.
But little mister down south had other plans.
He kept throbbing, insistent, already leaking at the thought of her.
Alright, alright. I’m spoiled.
Sue me, but I’m not sorry.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest
