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We got to the hotel room and the second the door clicked shut, I let out this huge breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Damien locked it, then stayed against the door for a second, his hand still on the handle, staring at me like he needed proof I was really there. I dropped the little bag on the chair, kicked my shoes off, and curled my toes into the carpet. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, rubbing my arms.
He shook his head and walked toward me. “Because I can finally breathe.”
I let out a low sigh and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his chest as he pulled me in. He rocked us slowly, one hand on my back while the other kept running through my hair. “You’re safe,” he muttered. “At least here, you’re safe.”
I nodded against him, but my fingers still gripped his shirt. “This feels so weird,” I said after a while, pulling back to look around the room. My eyes moved over the huge bed, the soft lamps, the little sofa by the window, and the tray of untouched water bottles on the table. “Just us. No pack screaming. No one watching us like we’re about to explode.”
Damien followed my gaze, then pulled his hoodie off and tossed it on the chair. “That’s the point. One night where shit isn’t falling apart around us.”
I walked to the bed and sat on the edge, smoothing my hand over the blanket. “It’s too quiet.”
He sat beside me and nudged my knee with his. “Then make noise.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What?”
He grabbed a pillow and hit my shoulder with it.
I gasped, then snatched the other pillow fast. “Damien.”
He raised his brows. “What? You looked too serious.”
I hit him back harder, and he laughed, actually laughed, catching the pillow when I swung again. “Oh, so you’re fighting me now?” he asked.
“I’ve been fighting you since day one,” I said, climbing onto the bed and swinging the pillow at his chest.
He caught my waist, but I pushed at his shoulder, laughing so hard I almost fell sideways. “Careful,” he said, pulling me back.
“You started it,” I said, breathless.
When we finally stopped, I leaned against him with messy hair and warm cheeks. He brushed strands from my face. “I’m still scared for them,” I whispered. “But I’m tired of being scared for myself all the time.”
He wrapped both arms around me. “Same. I just need this. You. Us.”
We got undressed slowly, helping with buttons and zippers, then crawled under the covers. I curled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while his fingers moved through my hair until I finally slept.
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I woke up in the middle of the night to his hard cock pressed against my ass. He was spooned behind me, breathing slow like he was still half asleep. His hand slid over my hip, fingers digging in a little. I pushed back against him without thinking, a small moan slipping out.
“Damien…” I whispered.
He made this low sound in his throat and kissed the back of my neck. No big words. He just slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed slow circles on my clit. I was already wet. I moaned softly and reached back to grab his thigh, pulling him closer.
He pushed my top leg forward a little and slid into me from behind, slow and deep. I gasped, gripping the sheets. He started moving, hips rolling steady, fucking me quiet and hard. The bed barely made noise. Just our breathing and the wet sound of him sliding in and out.
I turned my head and he kissed me over my shoulder, messy and slow. His hand stayed on my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. I moaned into his mouth, pushing back to meet him.
He didn’t say anything. He just fucked me deeper, forehead pressed to mine, breathing heavy against my lips. I came first, clenching around him, whimpering quietly. He followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning low as he filled me up.
We stayed like that for a while, still connected, his arm tight around my waist. He kissed my shoulder once before we both drifted back to sleep.
Morning came with sunlight sneaking through the curtains. I woke up to Damien kissing my neck again. We got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. I grabbed my toothbrush and he took his. We stood side by side at the sink, brushing our teeth, looking at each other in the mirror. I bumped his hip with mine and he bumped me back, smirking around his toothbrush.
We rinsed and he turned the shower on. The water got hot fast. We stepped in together and he pulled me under the spray, kissing me slow. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, water running down our bodies.
He lifted me up suddenly, my back against the tiles. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed into me in one smooth thrust. I moaned loud, head falling back against the wall. He fucked me steady, hips rolling deep, mouth on my neck, sucking marks.
“Fuck, Damien,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
He groaned against my skin and thrust harder. The water made everything slippery. I held on tighter, moaning every time he bottomed out. He kissed me again, tongue sliding against mine while he fucked me against the shower wall.
I came hard, crying out into his mouth. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and groaning low. We stayed like that for a minute, water pouring over us, breathing together.
When we finally got out and dried off I felt a sharp pain in my lower belly. I winced and pressed my hand
there.
“You okay?” Damien asked, towel around his waist.
I nodded fast. “Yeah, just a cramp I think.”
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I pulled on my panties and froze. There was blood. Not a lot, but enough. Bright red on the white fabric.
My heart stopped.
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