Beautifully Broken

“You’re mine.” The words seep into my bones.

His.

Only his.

My body tenses even more until it feels as if I’ll explode into pieces. Damian’s body claims mine in every way, and his hard thrusts send me spiraling over the edge with a cry. I begin to convulse as intense pleasure, unlike anything I’ve felt before, spasms through me. “God, Damian.”

Damian wraps his arms around me, pinning me to his body as he keeps filling me with every inch of cock. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

The orgasm rips the air from my lungs, and Damian’s tight hold on me keeps me from shattering into a million pieces.

His mouth finds mine, and he devours me as I ride the wave of pleasure, almost feeling delirious.

“Fuck, Cara,” he growls, and then his body jerks against mine as he finds his own release.

I hold him as tight as I can while he slams into me one last time, and in this moment, it feels as if he’s trying to become one with me as he empties himself inside me.

His breaths are harsh as they burst over my ear before he lifts himself on his elbows. Then he just stares down at me.

Damian said there won’t be any I love you’s, but the look on his face tells me differently.

“You’re mine, Cara Ellison,” he says my full name, and it makes tears form in my eyes.

“I’m yours, Sam Rees,” I whisper because my heart is too full.

This is the only time we’ll get to be ourselves. This is the part of us no one else will ever see. This is what makes us one.

Chapter 32

DAMIAN

Since Cara fell asleep, I’ve been staring at her. We’ve finally taken the final step, and now there’s nothing that can take her away from me.

She’s mine.

Forever.

I’m glad I was able to hold myself back. If I had fucked her the way I really wanted to, I probably would’ve scared the hell out of her. Once she’s used to us being intimate, it will be a whole different story.

I’ve spent many mornings picturing how I’d take her, but all those fantasies pale in comparison to finally being inside her. Her body’s reaction to me was hot. Her moans drove me wild, and the way she looked at me with trust and desire claimed every inch of my soul.

And her body. Christ, her body.

Fuck, it’s making me hard again just thinking about it.

Cara stretches out and turns on her side, her back facing me. I want her again, and I want her now. Reaching for the blanket, I pull it back, exposing her sinful body to me.

I move closer to her, pressing my chest against her back. I push her hair away from her neck and press a kiss to the soft skin, right where her neck curves into her shoulder. Her body jerks and I take it as a sign that she’s waking up.

Feeling her heat, smelling the fresh scent that always clings to her skin, makes me rock my hips against her ass.

“I just want to fuck you all night long,” I groan in her ear.

A sound ripples up Cara’s throat, and it pours ice through my veins. I’ve heard that sound before. It was on the memory disks. It’s like a broken whimper, but it quickly turns into a feral growl, and she swings her arm back. Her elbow connects with my chest, and then she darts forward.

Her eyes are still closed as she falls off the side of the bed. In a stunned stupor, I watch her head slam against the corner of the bedside table, and then she darts up and runs out of the room.

Only then does life return to me.

What the fuck have I done?

I jump out of bed and quickly pull on my pair of jeans that were still lying on the floor.

I can hear her yanking at one of the doors, and then her desperate cries reach me, and I run for her. Coming out of the room, I’m just in time to see her pull the front door open.

“Cara!” I yell as she darts into the night.

Running out onto the porch, I see her slam full-on into a tree.

Fuck, that’s got to hurt.

“Cara!”

She bounces back and then darts around the tree.

I jump over the railing and set after her. We’re both barefoot, so it’s not one of the easiest runs I’ve ever had.

She’s fucking fast, not even the branches lashing at her slow her down. I don’t think she’s feeling any of the pain in her shocked state.

Her body must’ve gone into survival mode, and it’s killing me that I was the one to trigger it in her.

Cara’s heading in the direction of the beach. I start to catch up with her, and as I reach for her, she ducks and lets out a terrifying scream.