LOGINDAMIEN 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 Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders. "Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m not going to the cops or anyone else, okay?" "You can all just leave and forget I even exist." I tried to keep my tone firm, hoping they’d understand I meant it. The ginger-haired man
ROXANNE POV I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs and I sucked in a slow breath, grounding myself. I wasn't in Garry's house anymore. I exhaled, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. The apartment was quiet, the soft glow of morning filtering through the curtains. Peaceful.
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I let a small chuckle slip, shaking my head. "So that just leaves you." His breath hitched. He swallowed hard, shaking like a leaf. Then, he added, "I was the one who tipped them off...your men." I narrowed my eyes, my grip on the gun tightening. He coughed, spitting bloo
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as we pulled into the estate, Fred’s irritation became impossible to ignore. He wasn’t the type to leave anything unsaid, especially when it came to loose ends. He sat quietly beside me, his jaw clenched as though trying to bite back whatever remark was brewing. Fin







