Damian walked ahead and opened the car door for me like a gentleman. He didn't say much, just looked at me with that intense way that always made my heart race. I stepped in quietly, and he closed the door behind me.
He got in, started the car, and drove me home. No words. Just silence. But this time, it wasn't awkward. It was attraction. Like something was about to happen between us.
I didn't know how to explain.
My body still remembered his kiss back at the restaurant. My heart was still pounding from what he'd said.
"Contract or not, you're mine."
The words echoed in my mind.
We reached the penthouse. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, I felt his energy on my body. He didn't waste a second. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, like he couldn't wait another minute.
My shoes dropped to the floor as I melted into him. His jacket flew off and landed on the couch. He didn't stop kissing me. His hands were strong but gentle, holding me like I might disappear.
Then he swept me into his arms.
I held my breath, holding on to him. "Damian...."
"Shh," he whispered, his voice deep and low. "Let me take care of you tonight."
He carried me straight to his bedroom.
The lights were dim, and soft music played in the background, matching the rhythm of our breaths. He laid me down on the bed like I was something fragile. But the way he kissed me said otherwise. He wanted me, every part of me.
I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him closer. His lips move over mine, slow and deep. I couldn't help but moaned softly as our bodies touched. The heat between us was real. My skin tingled, craving more.
He kissed down my neck, his mouth warm and careful. My fingers ran through his hair as I arched slightly, feeling his lips trail across my skin. He moved lower, placing gentle kisses over my chest, then my stomach. I held my breath when he found that sweet spot, just above my hips.
"Damian…" I whispered, breathless.
He looked up at me. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.
I couldn't think. I could only feel. And what I felt was like nothing I'd ever known before.
We moved together in perfect rhythm, guided by the soft beat of the music and the pull of something stronger than words. Every touch, every kiss, made my body come alive. His hands traced every inch of me, slow and sure, like he was learning me for the first time and he wanted to remember everything.
When he finally made love to me, it wasn't rough. It was passionate, deep, and real. It felt like both of us had been waiting for this. I cried out, not from pain—but from how good it felt. From how right it felt.
I held on to him tightly, my fingers digging into his back as we got lost in the moment. My heart was beating wildly, and my breathing was shaky. I couldn't stop moaning his name.
He kissed my neck again, my shoulder. My body was burning with desire, trembling beneath him. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything. I felt the pressure building inside me, wave after wave, until it exploded like fireworks.
He felt it too. I could sensd his body tensed above me, struggling to catch his breath as he groaned low in my ear.
When it was over, we stayed there wrapped around each other, breathing hard, sweat covering on our skin. The room was quiet again, except for the slow beat of the music.
He looked into my eyes and gently brushed my hair back. "Are you okay?" he whispered.
I nodded, still catching my breath. "Yeah… more than okay."
He pulled me into his chest, and we lay like that, arms tangled, legs touching, skin to skin. He ran his fingers slowly down my back, making little circles. I rested my head against him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
"I've never done that," I whispered.
He tilted his head slightly. "done what?"
"Felt so… close. Safe. And yet so crazy."
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing my forehead. "Same here."
I smiled.
His hands kept moving, stroking my side, then my waist. His touch was soft now, comforting. The fire was still there, but it had become something else. Something warm. Something gentle.
He leaned down and kissed me again, this time slow and sweet.
We didn't talk much after that. We didn't need to. Our bodies said everything.
At some point, I started to drift off. But just before sleep took me, I heard him whisper one last thing:
"You're not just mine because of a contract, Elena. You're mine because I want you. All of you."
I didn't reply. I couldn't. My heart was too full.
I closed my eyes, wrapped in his arms, and let myself fall asleep.