ログインDAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. She was my wife now, and I wasn't going to deny her anything. I lifted her up, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower as the warm water cascaded over us. My erection nestled perfectly between her legs. "Is this what you want, kitten?" I whispered against her lips, my voice low and husky. "You want your husband to fuck you?" I ground my hips against her, emphasizing my point. Her breath hitched against my mouth. "Yes," she whispered. That was all I needed. Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her legs around my waist and pushed into her in one smooth motion. She gasped into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Fuck," I groaned against her neck, not moving. "You feel like home." My hips started. Slow at first, savoring every inch of her wrapped around me. Every thrust was a claim. Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us,
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Roxanne sleep. Three days. Three days since she regained a piece of her past...and it nearly broke her. My gaze traced over her face, softer now in sleep. She looked peaceful like this. Untouched. No matter what she remembers… She’s mine. My wife. I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I love you...” I murmured against her ear. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I stilled. That wasn’t something I said. Not out loud. Not even to myself. But I didn’t take it back. Couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She shifted slightly beneath the sheets, a soft breath leaving her lips as she stirred. I pulled back just enough, about to stand, but her hand suddenly wrapped around mine. I glanced down at her as her eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, rough around the edges. I eased back down onto the bed witho
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Roxanne sleep. Three days. Three days since she regained a piece of her past...and it nearly broke her. My gaze traced over her face, softer now in sleep. She looked peaceful like this. Untouched. No matter what she remembers… She’s mine. My wife. I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I love you...” I murmured against her ear. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I stilled. That wasn’t something I said. Not out loud. Not even to myself. But I didn’t take it back. Couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She shifted slightly beneath the sheets, a soft breath leaving her lips as she stirred. I pulled back just enough, about to stand, but her hand suddenly wrapped around mine. I glanced down at her as her eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, rough around the edges. I eased back down onto the bed witho
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Roxanne sleep. Three days. Three days since she regained a piece of her past...and it nearly broke her. My gaze traced over her face, softer now in sleep. She looked peaceful like this. Untouched. No matter what she remembers… She’s mine. My wife. I leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her cheek, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I love you...” I murmured against her ear. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I stilled. That wasn’t something I said. Not out loud. Not even to myself. But I didn’t take it back. Couldn’t. I didn’t want to. She shifted slightly beneath the sheets, a soft breath leaving her lips as she stirred. I pulled back just enough, about to stand, but her hand suddenly wrapped around mine. I glanced down at her as her eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, rough around the edges. I eased back down onto the bed witho
ROXANNE POV When I came to, the first thing I felt was warmth. Strong arms around me, familiar and safe. I blinked slowly, my vision clearing to find Damien’s face above mine. His expression was controlled, but I saw it. That flicker of worry in his eyes. Relief hit me all at once. I didn’t think, I just moved. My arms wrapped around his neck tightly, pulling myself closer as I buried my face against him. “I’m here, kitten.” he murmured against my hair, his voice low and steady. “You’re alright.” His hand moved along my back, slow, soothing strokes that grounded me instantly. I breathed him in. Let him anchor me. “I...” My voice shook slightly. “I had a memory.” He stilled just slightly, but his hold on me didn’t loosen. “Yeah?” he asked quietly. I nodded against him, pulling back just enough to look at him. “There was a woman,” I said softly. “She...she was holding my hand.” My throat tightened. “I think…she was my mom.” Something shifted in his eyes at that. “Whe
ROXANNE POVI continued working around the clinic, the soft hum of machines and quiet chatter blending into the background as I moved from one task to another...but my mind wasn’t really there.It was wrapped around the song.The same one.The one from my memory.Thomas had found it early this morning and sent it over without much explanation, just a short message:“This is the closest match. Latin children’s hymn. Let me know if it triggers anything.”So I've been listening to it ever since.Over and over.The soft melody played through my earphones now, the unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar Latin lyrics flowing gently into my ears as I wiped down the counter near the supply cabinet.“...cor meum…luce…amare…”My fingers slowed.There it was again. That strange pull in my chest. Like something was just…out of reach.I leaned against the counter, closing my eyes for a second, letting the music sink deeper, hoping...just hoping...it would unlock something more.But nothing came. Just t
ROXANNE POV I wasn't sure how I felt about what happened last night. Part of me wanted to analyze every second of it, but the other part didn't even know where to begin. Damien had stopped himself, but the way he touched me, the way his breath grazed my neck...I hadn't been able to shake it. I
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in the study, the only light in the room coming from the antique lamp perched on the corner of my desk. Shadows crept along the walls, dancing lazily with the crackle of the fire behind me. My mind was elsewhere, dangerous territory. I stared at the black fold
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV She stood straight, the book still in her hand, before quietly walking back toward the bookshelves. I leaned back in the chair, bracing my forearms against the armrests, cursing softly under my breath. Get it together. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but fuck, the way she mov
ROXANNE POV It was my second night working in Damien's office at the nightclub. I sat on the black couch lined by the wall, sorting out receipts and inventory records for the bar. I wasn't complaining about the basic assistant-slash-waitress, since it felt good having something to do other th







