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Damien looked down at the girl trembling in his arms, her body shaking with sobs as she begged him to touch her.
Inside him, his wolf howled in anguish for her pain. Yet Julien’s last poisonous words still echoed in his head, fueling something darker, more possessive. More than anything, Damien wanted to erase that man’s presence from her completely to cover her in his own scent like an unbreakable, sacred mark that no one could ever overwrite.
His large hands slid up, cradling the back of her neck as his fingers curved gently around her nape. He pulled her toward him and claimed her trembling lips.
At first the kiss was soft, almost careful.
But the restraint didn’t last.
The tenderness quickly ignited into something deeper, hungrier. The kiss grew heated, desperate, filled with a storm of emotions neither of them could put into words.
Jacqueline clutched the collar of his shirt in her fist as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. Behind them, Damien’s gun slipped from his hand and clattered somewhere across the floor, forgotten.
His fingers threaded into her thick hair, gripping a handful as he tilted her head back. She gasped into the kiss, and Damien took full advantage of the moment. His tongue slid into her mouth, claiming it as their breaths tangled together. He kissed her until she was left breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
When he finally pulled back, his gaze swept over her.
She looked utterly disheveled.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, tears still streaking down her cheeks. Her lips were puffy from his kiss, her face flushed.
And in that moment, Damien felt the last of his restraint snap.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
He wanted to claim her.
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward, pulling it over her head. His eyes dropped to the sight of her breasts held within the soft cups of her bra.
He pushed one of the cups aside, baring her breast.
Pulling her closer, he lowered his head and closed his mouth around the sensitive bud, sucking firmly. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
Moments later he guided her down onto the floor.
His hands found the waistband of her sweatpants, dragging them down along with her underwear. She lifted her legs to help, stepping out of the fabric as it slid away.
Jacqueline lay there breathing unevenly, her knees instinctively pressed together in a shy attempt to hide herself. Her eyes drifted toward him as he struggled briefly with his belt. The metallic sound of it loosening filled the quiet room. He unbuttoned his jeans, and she heard the soft rasp of the zipper.
Her gaze fluttered upward, settling on the ceiling just as she felt his rough hands grasp her knees.
He gently but firmly parted her legs and positioned himself between them.
One of his hands rose to cradle her jaw, guiding her face back toward him.
“Look at me,” he murmured roughly. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Then his lips captured hers again in another fervent kiss.
She gasped softly when he broke away.
His gaze dropped to her exposed breast again, and he pulled the remaining cup of her bra down, revealing both of them completely. His eyes lingered briefly over the soft curves of her body before drifting lower.
Deep inside, his wolf growled with satisfaction.
Damien wrapped his hand around himself, guiding the tip of his arousal against her entrance. Her body immediately stiffened, and he noticed the reaction.
His hand moved to her jaw again, applying gentle pressure to her cheeks so her lips puckered slightly. Her eyes flew open, wide and startled, locking onto his.
Her stomach twisted at the look in his gaze.
Dark hunger burned there raw and primal. Yet beneath it, she could also see something else. Something softer.
Something almost tender.
“Who am I?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“D… Damien,” she whispered.
Embarrassment suddenly colored her cheeks as she instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but his sharp gaze stopped her.
“You want this?” he asked quietly, giving her one last chance.
She nodded shyly.
“Words, baby,” he rasped.
She swallowed hard before answering again, this time with certainty.
“Yes.”
That was all he needed.
He pushed forward slightly, easing himself inside her.
“Who is touching you, baby?” he asked in that same deep voice.
Controlling both himself and his wolf was becoming harder with every second. But this mattered. He needed her to remember needed her mind to know exactly who was with her now.
“Y… you,” she whispered.
Her eyes shimmered again as she looked at him full of vulnerability, pain, and a quiet longing that stirred something possessive deep within him.
A guttural growl rumbled in his chest.
Then he thrust deeper inside her.
She gasped at the sudden stretch. He was too big, and he wasn’t even fully inside her yet.
He pulled back slightly before driving forward again. Her breath caught sharply, her back arching off the floor as her wide eyes stared up at him, lips parted around a helpless gasp.
A rough grunt escaped him as he buried himself deeper.
With a low hiss, he withdrew again and pushed back in, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.
His rhythm was far from smooth.
He moved roughly, almost clumsily, his pace quick and uneven as his control frayed.
“Who is fcking you?” he growled against her skin.
His mouth found her breast again, sucking firmly and making her cry out softly.
“Y… you…” she whimpered.
He nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh before murmuring darkly, “Yes… feel me, baby. It’s your Mr. Frosty.”
His movements remained intense, raw with emotion rather than experience.
Tears pooled in Jacqueline’s eyes, slipping down her temples and disappearing into her hair. “D… Damien,” she whispered softly, his name falling from her lips like a fragile caress.
Her hand lifted to cup his cheek as she looked at him with glistening eyes.
He captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply.
Her body trembled beneath him, but she was no longer numb.
She could feel everything.
His touch.
The rhythm of his movements.
The heat of his breath against her skin.
The burning intensity in his gaze.
Something began building deep inside her, a strange tightening that made her stomach flutter.
Tears continued to slip down her face as her heart pounded painfully.
She didn’t want this moment to end.
If she could freeze time and live inside this single moment forever, she would.
Slowly, cautiously, Jacqueline lifted her hand and brushed her fingers across his face. His brows were drawn together tightly, his eyes blazing with fierce desire and something darker.
His pace quickened as another soft whimper escaped her.
She didn’t want him to stop.
She had never felt emotions this overwhelming before.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
She knew he might burn her eventually.
But maybe that was exactly what she wanted to be consumed by that fire until nothing remained but ashes.
There was a strong chance this would be the first and last time they ever shared something like this.
But even if it was…
She knew she would carry the memory of it for the rest of her life.