Chapter 48: Fourty-eight

Alana

We kissed for a while, before I pulled away as I was beginning to want more.

"My door is broken, so I can't spend the night here, let me go see your Mom to help me arrange another room", I tried to leave as fast as possible to avoid him seeing me embarrassed.

"Wait Alana why don't you come spend the night in my chambers, I mean you said you would give me a chance, and I really want to spend some quality time with you, don't worry about Liam he will stay with his grandma, and we both know you really want to continue what we were doing just now" he teased me

I couldn't deny that I wanted to continue it, and I felt it was high time I gave him a chance, at least for my children's sake .

"Ok let me just grab my things I will meet you outside in five minutes" I smiled at him.

"Five minutes, really!” Damien asked as he held my hands.

“Yes. Five. That is exactly how long I need to get ready," i replied him

"Okay dear ,do whatever you have to do, and get your ass in my room. Not six, not seven, but five. One second longer, and I’m coming back to get you.” he spanked my ass and went out

Originally, I had planned to don one of the sexy negligees I had received from Damiens mother when I first got to the .

But I changed my mind and decided to wear a dress, There would be more opportunity for that later.

Grabbing one of the various bags in my room, I started to fill it with my essentials, bath things, clothes and lotions, and various other items I thought I might need .

I had just finished packing my things when Damien plowed through the bedroom door. “I thought I said five minutes, woman!” He ducked his head low and shoved his shoulder into my gut.

My breath left my body with an audible whoosh, and I struggled to suck more air in. Without breaking his stride, Damien lifted me up onto his shoulder turned and left the room

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“wait my bag!” i hollered, half laughing. He grunted his response, but stooped down to pick up the bag i had laid on the bed.

Without a care for what anyone else that might see them thought, Sebastian moved with all his preternatural speed back to his own room,

Inside his room, Damien sat me down gingerly on his king sized bed. He dropped the bag on the bed beside me

Without warning, he kissed me, For all his wanting, all his complaining, and for all the pent up sexual tension in his body, the kiss was nothing more than a gentle brushing of his lips over mine.

He tasted me slowly, with a gentleness that pushed his limits to the very edge, I knew he was restraining himself, but i couldn’t bring myself to push for more.

It was sweet and slow, more as if he were committing the shape and taste of me into his memory. “Please stand up,” he whispered hoarsely against my lips.

I stood and Damien followed behind me. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders and dipped his head to kiss the line of my exposed neck. He trailed hot, open mouthed kissed down the back of my neck and across my naked shoulder.

His hands rubbed at my arms gently. I had slept with this man twice now ,but not once had he shown so much tenderness.

He moved his hands to the back of my dress, working at the zip, with a deliberate slowness. The back of his knuckles brushed my skin,

causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. The entire time his lips never left my skin. he trailed kisses over each new inch of exposed skin. By the time the dress was open all the way, my body was on fire.

Damien did not remove her the dress, from me entirely,Instead, he left it hanging loosely around "Damien please I need you".

"Shhh” he told me. “Let me make love to my wife.” Those words, combined with his painstaking leisure with my body, caused my heart to swell in my chest.

I oved the way he said he wanted to make love. I loved the way he called me his wife. I loved him. Completely, irrevocably, and unconditionally, I couldn't deny it anymore.

He continued raining kisses on my chest, kissing the rise of my breasts, the sides, the sensitive underside. My nipples were already beaded tight, and his attention caused them to ache for his touch.

But he stayed just far enough away. I groaned aloud in frustration. When I tried to thread my fingers in his hair to direct him where i needed him most at that moment, he removed my hands and placed them at my sides.

“I want to mark every bit of you,” he said. “I want every inch of your skin to bear my scent for the rest of eternity.”

I sighed in concession. How could I refuse him when the words he spoke were so completely saturated with his love and adoration?