Chapter 53
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… fuck, 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.
I cracked my eyelids slow. The first thing that hit me, besides the annoying morning sun, was her.
My woman. Cindy Virelli.
The name alone sent a jolt straight to my cock.
Life’s a twisted bastard.
The day she got married, I lost every shred of hope.
Thought I’d never have the opportunity to make her mine ever again.
But here I am, thanking every star in the sky I didn’t blow off Ric when he begged me to help her.
Best damn decision of my life.
I nuzzled closer, spooning her tight.
My chest pressed flush to her back, my nose buried in the crook of her neck.
I inhaled deep and her scent—vanilla and sex—clouded my senses like a drug.
My fingers slid into those tangled brunette waves. I played with the strands, massaging her scalp lazily.
She let out that cute-as-hell whimper again and a grin split my face so wide it hurt.
The almighty Sheriff’s a sleepy little kitten?
Fascinating.
I started kissing her neck.
Soft, open-mouthed kisses, my tongue flicking the pulse point.
Then her ear, her jaw, her cheek.
My arm unwrapped from her waist, hand gliding down to rub slow, soothing circles over her stomach.
I felt her muscles flutter under my palm.
“Mmm… someone can’t get enough of me,” she murmured. Her voice was husky with sleep, sweet as honey.
My heart did a stupid, treacherous flip.
Lucky bastard, me.
I chuckled low, rolling us so she landed on my chest with a soft thud, bare skin on bare skin.
Her waves spilled over my pecs like silk.
Those baby-blue eyes, blown wide and dilated with love, locked on mine. Her lips were pouty and baby-pink, daring me to devour them.
And fuck, the way her tits pressed into me? Full, soft, and warm, with her nipples hard as rock against my ribs.
My morning wood turned furious, straining up to poke her belly.
“God… you mesmerize me, woman.”
The words slipped out raw, earning the prettiest blush and the sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Instead, she just kept tracing lazy circles on my chest, making my cock jerk hard enough to nudge her again.
She flinched, her eyes widening in awe, but she didn’t pull away.
Hell no.
She looked starving for it.
I exhaled slowly, my hand sliding up her spine.
Hell, her skin was hot and succulent under my fingers.
“Sincerely?” I rasped, clearing the gravel from my throat. “I’m speechless, baby. Don’t know where to start.”
She smiled softly, then pressed a single finger to my lips.
“Then shhh… don’t talk,” she whispered, leaning in until her breath ghosted over my mouth.
Before I could blink, she was already devouring me.
Her tongue slid into my mouth hot and hungry, kissing me like she’d been starving for years.
Best damn kiss of my life.
Then she pushed up, straddling my hips and in one slick glide, she sank down on my cock.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
There was no resistance at all.
Her pussy was so drenched it took me to the hilt like I belonged there.
I saw stars. Thousands of fucking stars.
Then, slowly, she started bouncing. Her tits flew wild, slapping against her chest with every drop, nipples hard and erect.
I groaned loud, my hands clamping her hips, guiding her every moves.
She rolled those hips perfectly, spelling coconut like a goddamn pro, dragging my shaft along every sweet spot inside her.
She's learned… fuck.
My eyes rolled back, a guttural moan ripping free from my chest.
“Mmm… yeah, baby… just like that.”