Chapter 470 Sanctuary

Chapter 470 Sanctuary
AMELIA 

I help him peel his blazer off.

This day has been mentally exhausting for him. He rarely leaves the office early, but I'm glad he did today. I'm glad, because at least we have the whole day ahead of us. It's going to be just the two of us. Theo rarely comes here, she prefers to stay in the city. It's closer to everything else. I love it here, because it feels like we're all alone in the world. I stare out the window and all I see is the vast sky, green hills, nature. I don't even see the guards surrounding the house. They're invisible to me.

It's peaceful here, and breathtakingly beautiful. It's home. I understand why Damien is so attached to this place. It's not simply because he grew up here. I feel safe, here, untouchable. The first time I was here, I felt like an intruder. Our relationship was so different back then, I can't help but marvel at how everything is so different now. I never would have guessed that we'd end up here, closer than ever, madly in love. We've come a long way, the two of us. The path wasn't always smooth, but our love prevailed over everything else.

And this house, this house is our home. It's our sanctuary.

He loosens his tie and takes it off, tossing it on the couch. He then sinks down on the bed with a groan as I pour him a glass of his favorite Scotch. He hasn't been drinking much lately, but I know he needs a drink today.



I cross the room to hand him the glass. He keeps his eyes on my face as he takes it from me. I gulp, my mouth dry suddenly. His intense gaze burns holes through me as it wanders down my body. I know that look, I'm well acquainted with it. He takes a sip of his drink, then places the glass on the nightstand. "Come here," he says to me.

We haven't been intimate in about a month and a half. He's been recovering and sex wasn't really a priority, but my body's craving his touch. I'm fucking burning. I go to him, my legs growing weaker by the second.

I'm shaking all over and he hasn't even touched me yet. I climb on the bed and straddle his lap. A soft groan leaves his lips. My movements are slow and careful, I don't want to hurt him.

I feel his hardness against me and I can't help but moan. The sound tears through me. It's saturated with longing and need and desire. He keeps his heated gaze on me as his fingertips graze my hardened nipples through the soft material of my blouse. I want his hands all over me. I roll my pencil skirt up and gently grind against his growing bulge. I lean down and press my lips firmly against his. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. I move against him, wishing fervently that there were no barriers between our bodies. But we have time. We have all the time in world.

My fingers move quickly. I undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one. He sits up and undoes the bottons on his sleeves. Our lips remain locked the entire time. I slide the shirt down his arms, then I push him back down on the bed. His skin is hot. My hands find the scar on his chest and I keep my hand over it for a while as he devours my mouth with his. It's a permanent reminder of the day I almost lost him, but that was also the happiest day of my life.

It was the day I officially became his.

My hands travel down to the buckle of his belt. I break our kiss. We're both breathing hard and I'm lightheaded. I move down his body, taking his pants off. His cock is straining against his boxers, eager. Ready. My mouth waters automatically. I throw his pants on the floor and kiss my way up his body. I kiss the insides of his thighs, taking my sweet time. I missed this, I didn't realize how much I did until now. I'm exhilarated and out of breath. I'm throbbing and delirious with need, but the wait makes it so much better.

I pull his boxers down his legs. His cock springs up and I lick the tip gently, tasting the bead of moisture that had accumulated on it. He sucks in a breath as I take him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks. I keep my eyes on his face as I move my head back and forth. They're watering because he's hitting the back of my throat but I don't stop until he's out of breath. "Fuck, baby. Fuck."