Semua Bab Contract Marriage To The Alpha King : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Ava’s POV His gaze stayed locked on mine, but his hand moved—slow, deliberate—from my throat back to the nape of my neck. It was a subtle shift in his touch, a change that was far more intimate and dangerous than the initial possessive hold. He tugged, not hard, but with the kind of quiet force that left no room for resistance. My body, a puppet to his will, tipped forward into his, my knees brushing his as the air between us vanished entirely. The space that had been a silent battlefield was now a shared territory, a suffocating, intoxicating closeness I had no escape from. Damian’s breath was warm against my lips when he spoke again, softer now, but no less intense. His voice was a low, intimate rumble that vibrated through me, a sound meant only for my ears. “You think I’ll stop at knowing you?” His fingers splayed at my lower back, pressing me flush against him, a deliberate, possessive touch that took my breath away. “No, Ava… once I understand you, I’ll own you. In every way

Ava’s POV I slipped away to the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, washing away the exhaustion of the day. The gentle steam enveloped me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace as I let out a shaky sigh. The memory of Damian taking me to see Eli lingered in my mind; the sight of my brother sleeping peacefully under expert care soothed my heart in ways I hadn’t expected. Maybe he isn’t all ice… maybe he really means what he says, I thought, a hesitant hope kindling inside me. As I stepped out of the shower, the cool air met my damp skin, making me shiver slightly. I quickly wrapped myself in a plush robe, eager to escape the lingering shadows of my thoughts. Curious about the ambiance outside, I padded out to the garden terrace, instinctively drawn to the crisp night air that beckoned me. When I pushed open the French doors, my breath caught in my throat. The space had been transformed. Soft golden candles flickered on the table, their light dancing in rhythm with the gent

Damian’s POV As our mouths moved together, the world outside faded into a distant memory, leaving only the two of us wrapped in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. My hands roamed over her waist, exploring the delicate fabric of her dress, feeling every curve, every trembling breath that spilled between us. With deliberate slowness, I pulled back just enough to look into Ava’s eyes, searching for any hint of reluctance, any sign that she might want to stop. But all I saw was trust reflected in her gaze, a raw openness that sent my heart racing. It unleashed something primal within me, a possessive urge to claim her as mine. “I want to see you,” I murmured, the words heavy with meaning, filled with the weight of desire and reverence. There was something sacred about this moment—something I didn’t want to rush. I gently lifted my hands to her shoulders, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. With deliberate care, I let my fingers slide down her arms, feeling the war

Damian's POV Her breath caught, and then her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “Yes, Damian. I want you. I want all of you.” I felt a surge of heat rush through my body at her words, a primal urge flooding every inch of me. “Then let’s enjoy every moment,” I murmured, my fingers gently grasping the waistband of her panties and pulling them down with tender care. As the fabric slipped from her legs, my heart raced at the sight of her fully bare before me. I took a moment to drink in the beauty of her, feeling a sense of reverence as I beheld her in all her glory. The intimate vulnerability wrapped around us felt sacred, so much more than simple lust. I settled back onto my knees, drawing closer as I placed soft kisses along her inner thighs. Each touch elicited shivers, and I took my time teasing her, letting my lips graze lightly against her sensitive skin, while my gaze remained locked onto hers. “Ava,” I breathed, swirling my tongue to taste the sweetness of her, inching

Damian's Pov “Don’t get me wrong,” she laughed softly, “I think you might need some brushing up. But last night—let’s just say you left me breathless.” “Okay, that I’ll take,” I admitted, leaning closer and kissing the tip of her nose. “But just know, I’m still a work in progress.” Ava regarded me with an amused look, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You, Damian Blackwood, are a masterpiece in progress.” “Flattery will get you everywhere.” I chuckled softly, feeling the warmth swell in my chest at her words. “Good, because I plan to use it often,” she quipped lightly, a grin breaking across her face, and that simple smile managed to bring a surge of something indescribable over me—a swelling pride, a sense of purpose that I hadn’t felt in years. “Consider me putty in your hands then,” I teased, swirling my fingers affectionately through her hair, savoring the mundane yet intimate act of being close to her. But as we lay there, wrapped in each other, I also felt a sense