Alpha Damon novel Chapter 111

Sienna:

The moment his lips met mine again, I knew.

This was different.

Everything about the night was different. Everything about the two of us being together today was different. And I found myself getting more lost in him than I thought that I ever could be.

There was no rush, no anger, no resentment boiling beneath the surface. There was no hate between us. There was no rage. It was as if we had left all of that behind us and now it was just the two of us. Damon’s kiss was deep, slow, reverent. His hands cupped my face as if I were something fragile, something he feared breaking, and yet he held me like he never wanted to let go.

He smiled into the kiss. He kissed me, showing me that he wanted me by his side. He kissed me gentle enough to tell him to pull away or to stop. I knew that he was asking for my consent with each kiss and I gave it to him with every single kiss.

The grass beneath the blanket was cool, but his body was warm as he leaned over me, shielding me from everything else. The night air brushed my skin, but his touch lit me on fire.

His touch felt like everything that I could have ever asked for. And everything that I could never bring myself to voice

out.

“Damon…” I whispered, breathless, as his mouth trailed kisses down my jaw, to my throat, to the hollow between my collarbones.

“Tell me to stop,” Damon whispered, his voice low, ragged. “And I swear, I will.”

I should have. Maybe I was supposed to. Maybe this was what he expected from me.

But instead, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back to me.

“Don’t you dare.” I said, my voice above a whisper as I allowed myself to give in to the primal need that I had towards him.

That was all he needed. That was all he wanted to hear.

His hands found the hem of my dress, slipping beneath the fabric, fingers brushing over my thighs. His touch was slow, tormentingly slow, as if he was memorizing every inch of me. I whimpered under his touch.

And I let him.

I did not want to stop him.

I let him peel the dress from my body, layer by layer, until I was bare beneath him, exposed to the night… and to him. And I watched as he pulled away from me, slowly taking off his own clothes off, allowing our skins to touch, allowing the heat to travel between us.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, eyes raking down my body. “You always were.”

He kissed down the line of my collarbone, over my breasts, down my stomach, each press of his mouth making my skin burn hotter. Each kiss making me feel like I was being cherished and worshipped. Like I was loved, like I meant something.

But when he settled between my thighs, I froze.

Just for a moment.

My breath hitched, his touch paused.

“Sienna?” His voice was gentle, careful.

I did.

I held his gaze as he moved, slow and deliberate, his hips rolling with a rhythm that drove me to the edge and pulled me back again and again.

Every thrust was a silent apology.

Every kiss a vow.

“You feel like home,” I whispered, my voice trembling as pleasure built within me.

He groaned, lowering his forehead to mine. “You are my home.”

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Our bodies tangled, our breaths caught, and when the pleasure finally broke, it was like falling, only to be caught by him, by the strength of his arms wrapped tightly around me.

He stayed inside me as we lay tangled on the blanket, the night air cool against our overheated skin.

He kissed my temple and held me to his chest, our heartbeats slowing together.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my hair. “Not now. Not ever. Not until I take my last breath.”

And for the first time in a long time… I believed him.