Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 163

Sienna:

The warmth of the afternoon sun barely filtered through the windows of our room, but I could feel the coldness in Damon’s demeanor more than anything. He was distant again, not physically, but in the way his eyes didn’t hold mine for too long, in the way his jaw clenched when he thought I wasn’t looking.

He was worried.

There was something bothering him and he was doing his best to keep it from me. He was doing his best to mind himself, to keep himself contained.

Something had shifted, and I didn’t know what it was. But whatever it was, it was bothering him more than he would want to let out.

“Damon,” I said softly, stepping closer to him as he stood by the balcony, staring into nothingness. “What’s going on? Talk to me, Damon. Whatever it is that is bothering you, let me in just as I am letting you in.”

He turned to me, his expression unreadable. For a second, I thought he’d brush it off again, offer me the same soft smile and tell me it was nothing. But instead, he opened his arms and said just one word. The one word that I knew might be holding him down, might hold me down in his arms, ground the two of us together.

“Come.”

I stepped into him, letting his arms wrap around my waist, letting him pull me against his chest. I closed my eyes as his chin rested on top of my head. He kissed the crown of my head once, letting his lips linger there as he inhaled my scent. I took a deep breath as I ran my fingers over his chest.

“You’re warm,” I whispered. “Your heartbeat is calm, but I can tell that something else is bothering you. I can tell that it is opposed to whatever it is that you really are feeling.’

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“I need to feel something steady,” he replied, his voice low. “And you… you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. You are the only thing that is keeping me grounded, that is reminding me of what it is to have any peace in my life.”

I looked up at him, studying his face. The strong lines of his jaw were set in quiet frustration, but his eyes, those deep, stormy green eyes, held something softer. Something aching.

“I’m here. In your arms and I’m not going to move.” I said gently, running my hand along his chest, feeling the slow thump of his heart. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here in your embrace.”

His gaze dipped to my lips, and without warning, he leaned down and kissed me, slow, firm, reverent. Like he needed to remind himself that I was real. That we were real. That I was not going to leave him. That this was what reality was. That the two of us had one another’s reality.

He lifted me easily into his arms and carried me to the bed without saying a word. I clutched at his shirt, feeling the tension in his muscles, the need in his body that mirrored mine.

As he laid me down and hovered above me, his mouth moved along my neck, pressing soft kisses there before whispering against my skin, “Tell me you love me again. I want to hear you say it.”

I cupped his face, searching his expression. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, like those words were enough to ground him.

And then his lips found mine again, this time deeper, hungrier.

His hands slid under the hem of my blouse, slowly lifting it. I arched into him as his calloused palms brushed along my waist, over my ribs, and up until he pulled the fabric over my head and tossed it to the side. He took his time undressing me, as if savoring every new inch of skin he revealed.

When I reached for his belt, he let out a sharp breath, his eyes locked with mine as I undid the buckle and dragged it through the loops. His pants followed, then his shirt, until nothing separated us but the weight of our emotions.

He kissed me again, slower this time, and I could feel everything, his love, his fear, his desperation to hold onto this

moment.

Our bodies moved together, over and over, building that sweet tension until it crested, breaking like a wave. I fell first, crying out against his mouth as my release consumed me. He followed with a deep groan, holding me tighter as he found his own, his body shaking against mine.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me close, pressing his lips to my forehead.

We stayed there, tangled together, silent except for the sound of our hearts pounding.

It wasn’t just sex.

It never was.

It was two souls holding each other together in the midst of chaos.

And whatever storm was coming… I knew we’d face it. Together.