Chapter 81 - A Moment Between Us

The infirmary was quiet, save for the rhythmic creak of the rocking chair. The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows that danced with each gentle movement. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, I held Baby Damon against my chest, his tiny breaths a steady lullaby against my skin. I had lost track of time, but I didn’t mind.

The door eased open with a soft creak. Damon stepped inside, his movements careful, as if he feared waking us. His presence alone was enough to stir something in me—I always felt him before I saw him. Peeking through half-lidded eyes, I brought a finger to my lips.

“Shh.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss against mine before settling into the chair beside me. His dark eyes studied me with quiet intensity, his fingers brushing against my wrist.

“The maid said you’ve been here for hours,” he murmured, concern laced in his tone.

I traced my fingertips along the baby’s soft curls. “I like his company,” I admitted. “He’s easy to talk to.”

Damon chuckled, the sound low and familiar. “That’s because he does all the listening, and you do all the talking.”

I nudged his arm playfully. “Exactly.”

His gaze softened as he reached over, smoothing his palm over the baby’s hair. A tenderness settled in his features, a rare glimpse of vulnerability that made my heart swell. It was in this moment that I truly understood what people meant when they said he looked at me with love—because I saw it now, clear as day. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for this child.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I murmured, unable to hide my smile.

Damon smirked. “Of course. He looks just like me.”

A quiet giggle escaped me, but I quickly bit my lip, not wanting to wake the baby.

Damon cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze burned into mine, filled with something deeper, something unreadable.

“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “You look breathtaking.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, my heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his tone. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its effect on me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, lowering my gaze, only to peek back at him beneath my lashes.

A moment of silence stretched between us before he spoke again. “You should take a break—from the baby.”

I stiffened, instinctively holding the child closer. These days, the thought of being away from him, even for a moment, felt unbearable.

Damon sensed my hesitation. “Just for an hour,” he assured me. “I’ll have Luke’s kid watch him, and I’ll take over after.” His voice dipped lower, rougher. “You need rest.”

I knew what was really on his mind.

It had been nearly two weeks since we’d been together. The tension between us had been growing, unspoken yet palpable. I had seen the fire in his eyes, felt the heat of his gaze lingering on me longer than usual. There had been a certain pleasure in making him wait, in watching his restraint slip piece by piece. But I wasn’t immune to it either. The ache in my body told me as much.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” Damon called.

Malios stepped inside, his eyes briefly meeting mine before I looked away.

“I’m here to watch the baby,” he said, clearing his throat.

Damon carefully lifted our son from my arms, placing him gently in his crib. He pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning back to me, his gaze dark with unspoken promise. He reached for my hand, his fingers curling around mine.

“My turn,” he murmured.

I let him pull me from the room, refusing to look back at Malios.

The moment we crossed the threshold of our bedroom, Damon didn’t waste a second. His hands found my waist, pulling me flush against him as his lips crashed onto mine. My mind whirled, torn between the lingering worries for Baby Damon and the intoxicating presence of the man before me.

His fingers traced the hem of my sweater before peeling it away, revealing the soft lace beneath. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. My trousers followed, pooling at my feet, leaving me bare before him.

The way he looked at me—hungry, reverent—made my breath hitch.

The smell and heat coming from his skin was intoxicating, I was losing control over my own thoughts the more I inhaled him in. His palms gripped at my bare ass, his lips traveled from my jaw to my neck down to my breasts, stomach and hovering just above my pulsating vagina.

I gripped into his hair, pulling him closer to my clit. The first swipe of his tongue made my entire body melt. The second was soul shattering and the rest was merely far too good to be true. He played a game with his tongue and my clit, he kissed my lower lips and sucked on my tights, going down even further to tease my legs. Damon stood up, at the same time he carried me in his arms like I was a feather. The heat inside of me begged the question how I was able to be from this for so long. 

His lips found my jaw, then my neck, trailing lower with agonizing slowness. Every touch, every kiss was a deliberate act of worship. My body responded to him instantly, melting beneath his touch.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and stared at me now naked body, there was hunger and lust like I had never seen before. I felt myself shy and shrinking underneath his intimidating gaze. I crossed my legs to cover myself and a low thundering growl escaped from his lips.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, catching the way I instinctively crossed my arms. His hands slid to my wrists, gently prying them apart before guiding them to his shoulders.

He grabbed both my legs and spread them, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. He tore his own clothes off and the sight of his Greek-god like body was like another rush of unbearable pleasure. I watched as his large brick-hard cock came closer to me. I felt him rubbing it on the skin on top of my vagina while we made out some more. I wrapped my arms around his neck so his lips couldn’t leave mine. He inserted himself slowly but I still moaned at the impact of his size.

Slowly, his strokes gained speed and power, but the impact of his rough cock remained the same. I gripped at the skin of his back, digging my nails as deep as they would do to keep from screaming out. The joy and pain combined hand in hand like best friend, I never wanted him to stop thrusting into me.

I gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his breath hot against my skin. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring myself as waves of pleasure built between us.

Time ceased to exist. There was only this moment, only us.

And when we finally reached the peak together, I clung to him, breathless and undone, knowing that no matter how much time passed, he would always make me feel this way.

Like I was his world.