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The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 21 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
The kitchen felt smaller now, the space between Addy and me charged in a way that made my skin tingle despite the lingering flush from earlier. She leaned against the counter casually, but there was nothing casual about the way she was studying me, like she could see every corner of my thoughts without asking permission.“I need to know,” she said finally, her voice low, careful. “Because whatever he did… or whatever you felt… I can tell it shook you.”I drained the rest of my water, hands shaking a little as I set the glass down. “It’s nothing,” I said again, though this time the words sounded hollow even to my own ears.Addy let out a soft, incredulous laugh, the kind that didn’t carry humor so much as exasperation. “Nothing?” she repeated, shaking her head. “Macy, you practically look like someone just handed you a live grenade and told you to play with it.”“I told you,” I muttered, dragging my hand down my face again. “I don’t… I don’t do this.”“No, you don’t,” she said quietly,
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 20. (MACY AND DAMIEN)
Addy stopped short the moment she stepped fully inside.It wasn’t because of Damien. He was already moving past her with that infuriating, unhurried calm of his, offering nothing more than a brief nod in acknowledgment, as though he hadn’t just been the epicenter of something dangerously unfinished, something still humming under my skin. He brushed by her shoulder, unbothered, composed, and entirely too controlled.It was me.Her gaze flicked to my face first, sharp and assessing, then dropped to my hands, to the way my fingers were curled too tightly at my sides. She took in the way I stood too still, my posture stiff with restraint, my cheeks flushed like I’d been caught mid-thought instead of mid-action, as though whatever had just happened had stopped seconds before it crossed a line neither of us was ready to name.Then her eyes narrowed, focus sharpening with frightening precision.“Oh,” she said slowly, thoughtfully. “Oh.”Damien didn’t pause, didn’t look back. He passed her wi
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 19 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
Sleep did not come.It hovered just out of reach, the way Damien had—close enough to feel, distant enough to deny. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, the city lights slicing faint patterns across it, my body humming with a restless energy that refused to settle.Everywhere he had touched felt hypersensitive.My skin still remembered the weight of his hand, the deliberate way he had held me without taking more. The way my body had reacted so openly, so eagerly, like it had been waiting for permission I hadn’t realized I’d already given.That was what unsettled me most.Not the kiss.Not the touching.But the wanting.I rolled onto my side, pressing my thighs together in frustration, my breath shallow. The image replayed without mercy—his dark eyes, steady and knowing, the faint tightening of his jaw when my moan had slipped out. The way he had stopped not because he couldn’t continue, but because he chose not to.Control like that was a weapon.And he wielded it effortlessly.I d
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 18 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
The moment his mouth claimed mine again, the rest of the world narrowed to heat and breath and the unmistakable weight of him.Damien didn’t rush it.That was the most dangerous part.His hand slid to my waist, fingers firm, possessive, anchoring me in place as his mouth moved against mine with slow, deliberate intent—like he was tasting, testing, learning exactly how much pressure made my knees weaken. My back brushed the counter, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the warmth building everywhere else.I made a sound before I could stop myself.Soft. Embarrassing. Honest.His lips paused.Just barely.Not pulling away—never pulling away—but hovering close enough that I could feel the ghost of him, the promise of more hanging there like a dare.“That,” he murmured against my mouth, “is not indifference.”My pulse thundered in my ears. “You kissed me again.”“And you responded,” he replied calmly.His thumb brushed my hip, slow and grounding, as if reminding me exactly where I was, ex
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 17 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
By the time the door closed behind me, the silence felt louder than the city outside.Too quiet. Too empty.I leaned my forehead against the wood for a brief second, my pulse still sprinting, my skin humming as if his presence had seeped into the walls themselves. The taste of wine lingered on my tongue, sharp and warm, but it wasn’t the alcohol making my hands shake.It was the memory.The kiss—hard, unapologetic, his mouth claiming without permission, without hesitation—kept replaying in cruel, vivid detail. The way his hand had anchored me like gravity itself. The way he hadn’t rushed, hadn’t softened it, hadn’t tried to make it sweet.It had been deliberate.Controlled.And that somehow made it worse.I pushed away from the door and moved deeper into my unit, heels abandoned near the entryway, coat tossed onto the couch without care. The lights stayed off. The city glow through the windows was enough, painting everything in muted silver and shadow.I should have been relieved he l
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 16 (MACY AND DAMIEN)
Damien didn’t pull away right away.He hovered there, his breath warm against my cheek, his forehead still resting against mine, the space between us charged and trembling like a live wire. My hands were still curled around the back of his neck, fingers tangled in the crisp collar of his shirt, as if my body hadn’t received the memo that I was supposed to stop.Neither had his.“Breathe,” he murmured quietly, not moving, his voice low and steady, like an anchor dropped into chaos.“I am,” I lied, my chest rising too fast, too shallow.His lips curved slightly—not a smile, not quite—more like a recognition. “No,” he said. “You’re reacting.”I swallowed. “You kissed me.”“I did.”“You didn’t ask.”“I didn’t need to,” he replied calmly.That snapped something sharp and defensive back into place.I pushed lightly at his chest, not hard enough to mean escape, but enough to remind us both that I still had a spine. “You don’t get to decide that.”He let me create distance this time, stepping
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