The apartment was dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamps, the air thick with the silence that had settled between them. It was a quiet before the storm—a tension that had been building for days, weeks even, between the lingering glances, the whispered words, the touches that never quite reached their full potential.
Damien stood before her, his broad frame outlined by the soft light, his eyes dark with intent. He had told her the truth, confessed the depths of his feelings, but there was still something unspoken, something raw and urgent in the way his breath hitched as he looked at her.
Sienna stood still, her heart racing, the cool air of the room mingling with the heat building between them. Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides as she searched his face. There was no hesitation in him now—not in his eyes, not in the way his body moved closer to hers.
Her breath caught when he reached for her, his fingers brushing the sides of her neck, grazing over the smooth skin there. He cupped her jaw gently, lifting her chin to meet his gaze.
"Sienna," he whispered, his voice rough, as if the weight of what he was about to say could crush him. "I need you to know this is real. Everything I feel for you is real. Not just the attraction. Not just the lust. But you—what we have together—it's real."
Her pulse quickened at his words, but she stayed silent, not trusting herself to speak, not yet ready to break the fragile bubble they had created. All she could do was nod, her eyes never leaving his.
Damien leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a slow, almost reverent kiss. It was soft at first, tender, as though he were testing the waters, unsure if she would pull away or let him in. But Sienna didn't pull away. She met him, her lips parting slightly, and he deepened the kiss, his hand slipping to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.
She felt the solid heat of him against her, the hard line of his body pressing into hers, and something inside her snapped. The tension, the uncertainty, all of it melted away. She wanted him. She needed him. She needed to feel that this was real—this connection, this moment.
Without breaking the kiss, Damien's hands moved lower, tugging at the hem of her shirt, the fabric sliding against her skin as he pulled it off. Sienna's breath caught in her throat as the cool air hit her exposed skin, but she didn't move to stop him. Her hands slid up to his chest, fingers finding the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until the fabric fell open. His skin was warm and smooth under her touch, and she couldn't help but trace the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.
When the last button was undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped back for a moment, eyes roaming over his body, taking in the sight of him—every inch of him. He was beautiful, more than she could have ever imagined.
Damien watched her, his breath shallow, his chest rising and falling with each passing second. He took a step toward her, his hands finding the waist of her jeans. He didn't ask for permission. He didn't need to. There was no room for hesitation now.
He undid the button, then the zipper, and the fabric fell away, leaving her in nothing but the thin lace of her underwear. His eyes darkened at the sight of her, but he didn't rush. He wasn't rushing anymore. He moved with purpose, with intent, as if every movement mattered.
His hands skimmed the soft curves of her body, his fingertips leaving trails of fire on her skin as he slowly moved up to her breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her body arched into him instinctively, the sensation of his hands sending waves of heat coursing through her.
"Sienna," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're so beautiful. I need you."
Her hands gripped his shoulders as he leaned down, his lips finding her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. His breath was warm against her flesh, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She tilted her head back, surrendering to the feel of him, to the sound of his voice, to the sensation of him against her.
When his lips finally found hers again, the kiss was different this time—more urgent, deeper, like they were both trying to consume each other, to feel every part of the other person. Damien's hands were, brushing over her hips, tracing the curves of her body with reverence, as though memorizing every inch of her. His lips followed the path of his hands, trailing soft kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to the sensitive skin of her chest. The warmth of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth against her skin, had her gasping for air.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him closer, silently begging him to keep going. And he did—slowly, teasingly—his mouth moving lower, until he reached the delicate curve of her breasts. His lips wrapped around her nipple, his tongue flicking over it with gentle precision. The sensation had Sienna arching into him, the heat of his mouth sending a rush of desire straight to her core.
She couldn't think. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too much. His hands were everywhere—on her back, her sides, pulling her closer to him. She moaned softly, her body responding to him without hesitation.
"Damien," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please."
He pulled back just slightly, his eyes meeting hers with a dark intensity. He could feel her need, the way her body trembled beneath his touch, and he wanted to give her everything. But he didn't move faster; he didn't rush. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss, slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to savor every last bit of their time together before the inevitable.
Damien's hand slipped lower, brushing against the curve of her hip before moving to her thighs. She inhaled sharply as he gently guided her legs apart, his touch both firm and tender. The vulnerability in her chest flared, but it wasn't fear anymore. It was trust. She trusted him. Trusted that this wasn't just about physical connection but about something more profound.
His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, sending a pulse of sensation through her. Sienna's back arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound was enough to send a thrill through Damien, his own body reacting to the way she responded to him.
He paused for a moment, his breath ragged against her ear. "Are you sure?" His voice was hushed, full of tension, as though he was afraid she might change her mind.
Sienna met his gaze once more, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with every breath. She nodded, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders, urging him closer. "I'm sure."
Damien's mouth found hers again, hard and demanding, as though he couldn't wait any longer. His hands moved with increasing urgency, He took a moment to look at her, truly look at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her laid bare. The way she shivered, the way her body responded to every touch, every movement. This wasn't a game. This wasn't pretending. This was real.
Slowly, carefully, he moved over her, his body pressing against hers, his skin hot against hers. He kissed her again, but this time, the kiss was different. It was deeper, more intense, as if they were both trying to convey everything they couldn't say out loud.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she guided his hand back to her body. Every touch felt like an explosion, an unraveling of everything they'd both been holding back. She needed this. Needed him. Needed to know that he was there—fully, completely.
His fingers found her again, tracing the curve of her body, slipping inside her. Her breath caught, her body jerking in response. The sensation sent waves of heat through her, flooding her with a longing she hadn't known she'd been carrying.
She gasped as his fingers moved with precision, his touch intimate and exploring. She couldn't help but respond, her body arching into his, seeking more, desperate for the connection.
"Damien," she whispered, her voice breaking as she met his gaze.
He kissed her again, as though he couldn't get enough of her, his fingers moving with steady rhythm, drawing out soft moans from her as she surrendered to the moment. There were no barriers between them now—no walls, no lies. Just them, exposed and vulnerable in the most intimate way possible.
Her hands moved lower, her fingertips brushing against the hardness of him. She could feel the heat of him against her, the pulse of desire that matched her own. The connection between them was undeniable, a fierce current of longing and need that neither of them could resist.
Damien's breath was ragged now, his body tense as he held himself above her, but he didn't push. He was patient, waiting for her to guide him. And when she did, when she pulled him closer, when she wrapped her legs around his waist, there was no going back.
The moment they joined felt like time slowed. Every sensation was heightened, every touch, every movement. It was slow, deliberate, and full of yearning, as though they were both trying to convey everything they'd been holding inside. Every inch of them connected in a way that made her feel like she was finally, completely, home.
Sienna's hands dug into his back, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together, lost in the rhythm of it. She could feel the tension building, the pressure growing as they both neared the edge.
And when it finally came, it was like an explosion. Her body tensed, her breath catching as the world seemed to shatter around them. Damien's grip tightened on her, his own release following moments later, and for a brief, fleeting moment, they both lay there—suspended in time.
The silence that followed was heavy. The room felt warmer, quieter—charged with something new. They lay there together, skin on skin, their hearts beating in unison.
Sienna's mind was still racing, her thoughts a blur of emotions she couldn't fully process. But for the first time, she didn't feel afraid. She didn't feel like she was lost in a lie.
She felt real. She felt seen.
And Damien—he was with her. Completely.