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He only watched her as a tired smile crossed Sky’s mouth. “Good morning,” Sky whispered, her voice low and rough as dawn’s light slid across her back. “That’s everything I could want,” Damian murmured, and his fingers drifted slowly, softly along her side beneath the blanket until his palm found her ribs—felt the rhythm of her heart. Sky pressed closer, her chest to his, their breaths brushing each other’s lips. The kiss that followed wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t playful either. It was slow and sure—conversation without language, a promise: I’m still here. And so are you.

She had drifted off into sleep thankfully. “We'll need to get my father out,” Damien whispered to me. "What do we do?" I asked. Damien pulled me aside. "We will fight back. But first..." He drew in closer and then kissed me hard, his hand sliding under my wet shirt, fingers pinching my nipple. Rain had soaked us from everything but heat between us built fast. "Not now," I whispered. Yet my greedy body leaned in, my pussy aching for his thick cock once again. And I would get it.

I yelped, pulling back to look at him, and then he kissed me hard, thrusting into me with fervor, his piercings lightly scraping against my walls in such a delicious manner. “Christ,” he growled as his lips moved to my neck, biting gently on my shoulder before soothing it with his tongue. “I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked for it, baby. Because you’re mine.” His hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. “And right now, you’re mine to ruin.” My breath hitched. “Oh, daddy…” “That’s right,” he rasped, his eyes turning dark. “Say that again. Say you’ll come with me.”

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.

"Is this your boyfriend?" "No," I said too quickly. Jonah, still holding me, muttered under his breath. "Hoping to be." I shot him a sharp glare. Victoria's eyes sparkled at the tension. "Adorable." She turned with a little smirk and tugged Cassian's arm. "Come darling, let's check the antique bookseller." Cassian didn't say another word. He let himself be led away, the leash snapping taut ass the Dalmatian bounded ahead.

Together, they found calm, pleasure, and reassurance in the quiet aftermath of chaos. Finally, they lay entwined, breathing in sync, pulse steady, hearts aligned. Damian pressed a soft kiss along Eli’s temple, whispering, “Whatever comes next… we face it. Human, tower, heart… together.” Eli’s fingers brushed over Damian’s chest, grounding him fully. “Together. Always. Unbreakable.” Outside, the city slept, unaware of the invisible battles and the intimate victories waged in its shadows. Inside, Damian and Eli remained, a testament to resilience, trust, and desire—ready for whatever storms might rise, strengthened by the knowledge that together, nothing could break them.

#ForbiddenHeirs Aiden sat on his balcony, the skyline burning gold and silver. His phone buzzed endlessly—friends, enemies, strangers clawing for a piece of him. He didn’t answer any. He should have hated Dante more than ever. He should have sworn never to touch him again. But all he could taste was the kiss. All he could feel was the fire it lit in him, a fire that wouldn’t go out no matter how he tried to smother it. And he hated himself most of all for wanting more.

CHAPTER 39: SEX IN THE CITY Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. ZAHRA'S POV A low hiss escaped Dashiell's lips as I lay on the table, his eyes darkened with lust as my ample breasts came in full view. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding over my perky pink nipples, before trailing his tongue around my already sore areolas. The more he kept me waiting, the more my privates grew sore. I felt his hands grip my hips possessively, sliding it up to raise my dress up to my lower waist.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.