LOGINDAMON'S POV:I walked quietly across the room to the tall window. The green gardens stretched out below me, neatly trimmed and bathed in the bright morning light. My private security guards were already moving along their regular morning paths, their eyes constantly scanning the tree line, their radios tuned to the main channel. I had already tripled the guard rotation on the property the exact night I brought Isabelle here. I had ordered new motion sensors, clearer outdoor lights, and extra perimeter alarms installed along the outer fence. But even with all those upgrades, my mind could not rest easy.I remembered the very first warning message I received three years ago, right after the Volkov case closed. I was sitting late at my desk inside the main office building when my private phone buzzed with an unlisted number. I picked up the call, and a cold voice on the line whispered a single sentence: You will pay for every single thing you did to us.I had ignored the call back the
DAMON'S POV:I stood in the center of the room, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest while the morning sun came out fully.Isabelle has fallen fast asleep, her long dark hair spread across the white pillows, her face completely calm and relaxed. I had just spent the last hour simply sitting beside her, enjoying the peace of having her back in my arms after eight long years apart. Every instinct inside me wanted to slide back under the covers, pull her close, and forget that the rest of the world even existed outside these four walls.But the real world was already waiting for me beyond the bedroom door.My previous work in high-level security was a constant responsibility that followed me everywhere, a loud reminder of the dangerous world I lived in. Over the years, I had made plenty of powerful enemies, men who wanted nothing more than to see my entire operation collapse. I had built my successful company from the ground up through sheer determination, climbing to the to
DAMON'S POV:I woke up to the soft sound of her voice.I kept my eyes closed for a moment, letting the gentle sound wash over me while my mind slowly cleared. I opened my eyes to see her leaning over me. Her brown eyes were soft and shimmering with emotion as she pressed a light kiss to my forehead and whispered that she loved me, that she had always loved me.She began to pull back, looking down at me with a sudden blush creeping up her neck, looking a bit flustered as if she thought she had spoken too soon while I was still asleep."Good morning," I said, my voice sounding rough and raspy from sleep."Good morning," she whispered back, trying to smooth down her messy dark hair.I reached up with my right hand and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her small ear. My fingers lingered against her soft cheek, slowly tracing the curve of her warm skin. She leaned her face right into my touch, her eyelashes fluttering closed for just a short moment."I heard you just no
ISABELLE'S POV:I woke up slowly, the beautiful way you do when you are emerging from a wonderful dream that you never want to leave.The very first thing I noticed was the pure warmth in the air and the second thing I noticed was the comforting weight of a strong arm draped over my waist, solid and possessive. The third thing was the steady rhythm of his breathing right behind me, slow and even, a sound that felt both deeply familiar and wonderfully new.I slowly opened my eyes.The large room was bathed in soft morning light and the soft white sheets were messy and tangled all around us, silent evidence of the sweet night we had just shared. The air smelled faintly like his woodsy cologne and fresh linens and sex and also filled with the sort of closeness that I had never allowed myself to experience with anyone else.Damon was still fast asleep beside me.He was lying on his side, his handsome face turned toward me, his hand resting securely against my waist. His dark hair w
ISABELLE'S POV:He moved lower, kissing down my stomach until he settled between my thighs. He spread me open with his thumbs and dragged his tongue right up the center of me in one long, slow lick. I cried out, loud and unrestrained. He did it again, then focused on my clit, licking and sucking it like he was starving for the taste of me.My hands flew into his hair. My hips rolled against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside me while he kept sucking, curling them just right, and the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers mixed with my loud moans. He didn’t stop until I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, a broken cry tearing out of my throat as the pleasure crashed through me.He kissed his way back up my body, slow and open-mouthed. When he reached my lips I could taste myself on his tongue. I pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back. Then I climbed down and took his cock in my hand.He was thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip. I stroked him once and he gro
ISABELLE'S POV:The kiss deepened and I completely lost myself in him.His large hands slid gently from my cheeks into my hair, tangling in the long, dark waves, pulling me closer until there was no space left between our bodies. My hands reached out and pressed flat against his broad chest, feeling the hard, steady muscle beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt. He was so warm, so solid, and so real right here with me, and I simply could not get enough of him.We were both breathless, gasping for air between soft kisses that grew sweeter, hungrier, and more passionate with every passing second. Eight long years of longing, eight years of pretending, eight years of lying to myself in the mirror and saying that I did not want him, that I did not need him, and that I had moved on with my life. All of those defensive walls crumbled to dust in the space of a single, beautiful moment.His mouth slowly moved from my lips down to my jaw line, then to the side of my neck, leaving a tra
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