Chapter 88 The Edge of Surrender-2
Chapter 88: The Edge of Surrender-2
Her hand swatted his chest, cheeks flushing a deeper shade. “You’re incorrigible.”
He tilted his head, lips ghosting over hers in a teasing brush. “And yet…” His voice dropped softer, heavier, “you still chose me.”
“I did,” she whispered, her breath mingling with his. “And I always will.”
The air between them thickened, charged with something undeniable, as Damien’s hand tightened on her waist, drawing her even closer – the promise of what was to come lingering in every breath and heartbeat.
He leaned in, claiming her with a deep, slow press of his mouth, slow, devoted, as if sealing a
VOW.
When Maya parted her lips to catch her breath, Damien took the opening without hesitation, his tongue sliding inside to claim her mouth with a hunger that was no longer restrained. The kiss deepened-thick, hot, desperate-the air around them charged with unspoken need.
His hand traveled up her spine, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned like two pieces meant to fit. She melted into him, a soft moan escaping as his mouth moved over hers with aching, possessive purpose.
Then his lips parted from hers, trailing fire along her jawline, brushing that tender spot beneath her ear. His voice dropped low, breath warm against her skin.
“Maya… I need you.”
Her breath hitched, warmth pooling where his mouth traced her pulse. Her hands fisted in his shirt, clinging to him as if the world was slipping away-because right now, it was. There was only him. Only this.
“Damien…” she breathed, already undone.
His hands slid to her hips, gripping with just enough force to draw a gasp from her lips. Then his voice dropped, hoarse and low, laced with a raw, almost fragile intensity-
“Make love with me.”
His gaze held hers-fierce, desperate, vulnerable. This wasn’t just lust. This was a plea to be chosen, claimed, loved in return.
“Say the word, Maya,” he whispered. “Give me your permission.”
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Chapter 88. The Edge of Surrender-2
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Damien leaned back in his chair, his gaze smoldering as he studied her. There was a stillness to him, a kind of leashed hunger that made her pulse stutter.
Her heart thundered loud enough to drown the silence. The weight of his gaze held her, fierce and unyielding. She swallowed hard, every fiber of her trembling with want.
Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, breath unsteady, skin flushed, lips parted. Every inch of her trembled beneath the weight of his gaze-her soul wide open.
“I want you, Damien,” she whispered.
That was all he needed.
He stood. Then he held out a hand.
“Come with me.”
Her breath caught, lips parting. She rose-pulled toward him by some unseen force, and slipped her trembling hand into his. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. He just watched her with that devastating intensity as he led her through the bedroom.
Every step toward the bedroom was torture. His thumb caressed the back of her hand, but otherwise, he kept his distance. No rushed kisses. No wandering hands. Just the tension between them thickening with every silent step.
The moment the door clicked shut, the world shifted.
In a blur, Damien spun and backed her against the wall, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that stole her breath. His hand cradled her jaw, tilting her head just right as he deepened the kiss-slow, devastating, and all-consuming.
His hands closed around her wrists, lifting them above her head with firm, sure strength. The chill of the wall pressed against her bare skin, sharp beneath the heat of his body caging her. Her breath hitched, pulse pounding as every nerve ignited beneath his touch.
Maya gasped softly and helplessly as her back arched to meet him.
He kissed her harder, deeper, groaning low in his chest when she moaned into his mouth. His free hand fisted the fabric of her dress at her lower back, hauling her tighter against him while the other held her wrists in place.
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