My body goes rigid, tension replacing the pleasure that was building. Only then does Damien turn his head toward the door, annoyance radiating from him.
"I need ten minutes with my wife!" he shouts, voice carrying easily through the wood. "She's stressed!"
"Damien," I hiss, mortification flooding through me as I try to pull away from him.
But his hands don't loosen their grip on my waist at all. If anything, they tighten, fingers digging into my hips possessively.And the rhythm of him moving inside me becomes more urgent, more demanding, like he's making a point.
"Casimir came to talk about college, and Roman called saying you're not answering your phone. It's urgent."
For the love of...
"My wife is the only urgent matter right now, Vasili," Damien growls, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that makes me gasp. "And I swear to God, if you don't disappear from that door in the next five seconds, we're going to find out exactly how many days of hospitalization your workers’ comp insurance covers."
Laughter bursts out of me, and I pull his head even closer to my neck.
I'll never get enough of him like this. Wrapped around me, possessive and playful, making me laugh even while he's inside me. Because there were days, too many of them recently, when I watched him be consumed by everything weighing on his shoulders. The Council politics and their endless demands. His sister, Berna's, safety. Cas adjusting to this new life. That other psychopath, the Guard, who got away and is still out there somewhere. His mother rotting in whatever hole he kept her in.
All of it drained the energy that defines him, dimmed that spark that makes him Damien. And I wanted my husband back. This version, the one who threatens people through locked doors while fucking me, who makes me laugh and moan in the same breath.
A buzzing sound starts in the room, low and insistent. Before I can turn my head to locate the source, Damien positions the vibrator right over my clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my already oversensitized nerves.
"Oh God," I gasp.
"Not God, baby. Just me."
Within moments I'm coming apart, screaming his name loudly enough that Vasili probably heard it from wherever he retreated to. My walls clench around him rhythmically, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I wouldn’t be able to say my name right now.
His arms keep me pressed against him until, after a few seconds, I feel him bite my shoulder.
"I should check if that insurance covers permanent hearing loss too," he tells me, voice full of amusement as he kisses my cheek. "Because with the way you scream my name, baby, I'm going to need to cut that auditory nerve for half the house."
I'm too boneless right now to give him a proper answer, too wrung out to come up with a witty comeback. But I'm sure at some point I mumble something. Maybe a threat. Maybe agreement. Who knows.
My last memory before sleep takes me is his lips pressing against my forehead, then my other cheek, then the top of my head. Gentle and reverent.
"Love you,slonko," he whispers.
But I'm already drifting, safe and satisfied and exactly where I belong.
Epilogue
Damien
"How about a sports program?" I ask Casimir.
We've been discussing the possibility of him starting college for weeks now. In Poland, with Berna needing constant attention, there was never time for it, but nothing's stopping him now.
I want him to have some semblance of normalcy even though, now that he's part of the Council, that word doesn't quite fit anymore.
"I could, but I still want to be involved in the organization."
Of course he does.
The next second, my office door slams into the wall, and Roman storms in, his jaw clenched so tightly I'm surprised his teeth haven't cracked.
"Why the hell do you even have a phone if you never answer it?" he demands.
"Forgot about it," I tell him honestly, because any detail mentioned to me when I'm with Roxanne gets automatically erased from my mind.
