Based on the way he suddenly reaches down and grips my hip, pinning me against the bed as he slams his hips into mine once, then twice…he knows what I want.
I come just a second before him. Spurting out along my stomach in several heavy loads, wet and sticky, hot. My entire body clenches and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. It’s nothing compared to feeling Damian come inside of me though.
He pumps into me a third time and spills unrelentlessly.
“Fuck, fuck!” Damian growls and grunts into the side of my face and his gravely tone of release makes my length throb in return even after emptying.
The slap of his body against my own is accompanied by him trembling from head to toe as he releases inside of me. He sobs. He actually sobs against my skin and I feel several tears trickle down my neck onto my chest.
I tighten my hold in his hair and kiss his ear several times. Feeling how hot his body is against my lips.
He goes stiff, just like me, and we both relax several sounds later, one after the other.
His length begins to soften inside of me quickly, but I don’t want him to move. I want to feel him inside of me for as long as possible.
I sigh heavily. Sweat beads on every inch of me, and the sweat from his body drips down onto my own every now and then.
I lick my lips. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”
Damian opens his eyes and looks at me through wet lashes. He doesn’t say anything right away, we just look at each other as we catch our breath. As the heat and moisture in the room starts to dissipate.
His fingers find their way to my neck and he caresses it.
My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, but I want to look at him.
“I’m falling for you, Alessio Dresvanni,” he whispers.
My heart is in my throat all of the sudden. Racing.
I want to resist, I really do…but I can’t. I can’t stop myself from responding to him how I really want to. Even if it’s crazy.
“I’m falling for you, Damian Rossi.”
17
Chapter Eighteen
Damian
Three days hunkered down at the safe house with Alessio isn’t even remotely enough. I wish I could stay here forever with him. Nothing and no one getting in our way. Learning the little things about him. How he snores when he sleeps, the way he cooks eggs for breakfast, and what he can talk about for hours without getting tired.
Except for the fact that I’m on edge about Eivor’s minions finding us, it’s almost like a vacation. Even with the stitches in my wounds and Alessio’s bruising getting darker and even more violent in tone.
We’ve been avoiding talking about what needs to happen, but I can feel in the air today that it’s time. Healing be damned, if we don’t get out there and do something soon…we might be the ones taken for a ride.
“Have you heard any word on Rosalie?” I ask Alessio. After all, my knowledge of Rosalie was almost entirely from Eivor andthe other guards. I don’t have that connection now. I’m stuck waiting to hear from the woman herself or one of the Dresvanni guards.
I glance at the clock while I’m waiting for Alessio to respond.
Eleven-forty-two in the morning.
The sun is peaking through the blinds behind us on the couch, warmer than usual. The end of winter is near, just a couple more weeks until spring.
“She’s doing okay, injury-wise, but she’s ready to end this,” Alessio informs me.
I sit up straighter. “Me too. We can’t sit on our asses anymore. As much as I’ve liked it,” I agree with a smirk.
Alessio nods stiffly, but there’s a glimmer of humor in his eyes.
