Chapter 135 Chubby

Chapter 135 Chubby
Days later

“He’s still such a baby.” Darcy’s laughter filled the room as she shook her head, flipping through yet another photo.

Richelle leaned forward, nearly choking as she laughed. “I cannot believe this is Damien.”

I leaned in closer, eyes widening. “Oh my God…”

There he was. Tiny, chubby. Wrapped in a soft lemon onesie that did absolutely nothing to hide his very round, very adorable baby bottom.
“They’re so full,” I said before I could stop myself.

Richelle burst into laughter.

Darcy grinned proudly. “He was a very healthy baby.”

“I can see that,” I muttered, biting back a laugh.

“That hasn’t changed,” Richelle added under her breath.

I smacked her arm lightly, trying not to laugh.

“Seriously, mother.”
We all froze. Damien stood at the doorway, arms crossed, a look of mild betrayal on his face.

“I thought we agreed these would remain hidden,” he said dryly.

Darcy shrugged. “You agreed. I didn’t.”

Richelle and I burst out laughing. He groaned, running a hand through his curls.

Then his gaze found me and softened.
“Can I steal you for a second?” he asked.

My cheeks warmed. “Y-yeah.”

I stood, walking toward him. The moment I got close, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me gently against him.

My breath hitched. “Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi,” he replied softly.

Then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips and just like that… everything else faded. I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his hard chest pressed against my bare breasts, the thin fabric of my pale yellow tank top doing almost nothing to separate us. My cheeks flushed hotter at the raw desire burning in his eyes, those dark emeralds devouring every inch of me.

My face was still bright red, knowing the two women downstairs still had their eyes on us.

A gasp escaped me as Damien suddenly dipped down, his hands sliding under my thighs. I jumped, instinctively wrapping my legs around his torso. Our faces were only inches apart.

"Damien," I breathed, glancing back to see Mom and Richelle both pretending to read something—upside down, of course.

One of them was even holding a blender handbook. He pulled away and started walking up the stairs. I finally let myself relax against him. We were finally away from their teasing eyes. I groaned, burying my face into the crook of his neck and wrapping my arms protectively around his shoulders.

His hands fisted my derrière as I stuffed a moan into his neck, my cheeks blazing when I heard his deep chuckle echo through the quiet hallway.

"My shy baby," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my bare neck.

The smell of old books, papers, and faded notes filled my nostrils. Only when he set me down on his desk did I realize he had brought me to his study. He stepped between my legs, his calloused hands gripping my waist firmly, holding me in place.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine. He stroked my tongue, exploring every corner and crevice of my mouth.

There was just something about the way Damon kissed me. It always left me breathless. His tongue felt so skillful, so good in my mouth, but between my thighs... Gosh

He grazed his teeth along my bottom lip, gently nipping it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard. A moan slipped out of me. I pushed my hands into his hair, tugging on his curls. A deep groan of pleasure rumbled through his chest.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good," he murmured against my lips. "My own slice of pure bliss."

He bunched up my top with one hand and easily pulled it up, letting my breasts spill out. A shaky breath escaped me. He stared at them with such raw hunger in his eyes, like he could do this every day for the rest of his life and never get enough.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, his gaze fixed on my hardened nipples as he bit the edge of his lip, taking all of me in.

He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The way his emerald green eyes darkened, swirling with adoration, desire, want, and passion all for me. It made me feel as beautiful as he always told me I was, scars and all.

A sharp gasp left my lips, followed by a moan. I couldn't focus on anything except the way he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked.

His warm, wet tongue glided over it while his fingers played with the other. I arched my back into him, my mouth hanging open as heavy breaths and soft moans kept slipping out.

He kept worshipping my breasts, taking turns with each one like he couldn't decide which he loved more.

"So damn good," he hissed, nipping at one before switching. I threw my head back, a pleasured sound escaping me. "I look forward to this every single day," he murmured, his thumb and index finger twisting my other swollen nipple.

"My baby tastes so fucking good, and no one else will ever know how sinfully sweet you are."

His greedy hand cupped my bare waist, pulling me even closer. I could feel myself throbbing between my legs as his tongue worked over me. It felt incredible. I gasped when his teeth scraped my nipple. He pulled away, both of us panting as we stared at each other, foreheads pressed together.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my bare stomach, his stubble brushing my skin and making me shudder.

"I want to show you something," he whispered, trying not to sound out of breath. His thumb ran over the tattoo of his name on my ring finger, his eyes never leaving it.

I nodded, not sure I could form proper words right now. I was still trying to catch my breath with his face only inches from mine.

My face flushed as he tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. My eyes traveled down his body. His shoulder muscles flexed, and his abs looked even more defined.

He had clearly been working out. The sight of his bare torso combined with that stubble made him look even more powerful and ridiculously sexy.

How would that stubble feel between my thighs?

My dirty thought was interrupted when Damon's cold thumb ran across my bottom lip, pulling it free from where I'd been biting it. He cupped my jaw and tilted my head up so our eyes met.

"Jasmine, you're mine and mine alone. And I'm yours, only yours," he said, his voice low and serious. "You're my fucking salvation. You're my taste of heaven. You're my first real everything, and I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else." His thumbs drew gentle circles on my cheeks as he held my gaze, making sure every word sank in.