Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Maybe it was the alcohol. The lack of inhibition freed me from the anxiety and worries that usually plagued my mind.

Or maybe I just didn’t have any excuses anymore.

Softly, I reached up my hand, my fingertips brushing against his stubbled cheeks. He glanced down at me curiously, staying perfectly still as I buried my fingers into the five o’clock shadow.

“You changed,” I murmured to myself, feeling the squareness to his jaw-the way his cheeks had lost that chubbiness from when we were kids.

He was strong and firm and real.

Damon blinked slowly at me as if he was the one drunk. Even upside down, I could see the way he enjoyed my touch, leaning into my hands.

I fluttered to the small black mole underneath his right eye, pressing down gently. That was the same.

And so were his dark eyes.

The boy I used to know had become a man before I knew it. I was the only one who hadn’t noticed.

‘You were his light when he felt hopeless, Lacey had told me.

I was the reason he was standing here today, stronger than anyone knew.

“Do you love me?”

The words fell out of my lips, with no barriers to hold them back anymore. The fear of knowing the answer didn’t come as I expected.

I already knew.

Damon’s dark eyes never left me-crashing together like a wave of an ocean meeting the lava in a volcano. We were different.

But we somehow fit together. I couldn’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.

Damon leaned down until our lips were barely brushing, and our eyes connected deeply. I could see my reflection in his gaze as he whispered

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his answer.

“I always have.”

my hands through his hair, pulling him down

his lower lip, savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin, lifting it to

else was abandoned as the blueprints he had been working on fell to the floor, and we broke away, breathing hard. I twisted myself so I

I wanted more. I needed more. My skin felt feverish to

pants. I took

his c*ck, my nails scratching lightly at the fabric over it. His

on my name, a warning tone to it, but I was past. caring for warning signs. My palm

jaw clenched as he breathed out through

mine-his pupils expanded with

he could protest, I pressed my mouth against his. The kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed and scorchingly hot as we were both

him to push me away. To reject me over some half-baked noble reason like I was drunk,

breathing heavily. He watched me with dark,

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feeling his girth in my hand as I teasingly pumped it a few times. His head fell back hard against the headboard,

my tongue against the underside of his d*ck in a firm, wet lick, the taste of him exploding, and he shuddered

as my mouth tried to take him in fully. He

hand worked him beneath my mouth, moving in a rhythm, and I could hear the low groans spilling from his mouth, his hips. lurching with

he breathed heavily, his molten eyes staring at the way his c*ck disappeared into

was so deep

in my mouth, and he was so deep in my throat that I had no choice but to swallow, some spilling past my lips

heavily, head leaning back as he stared at the ceiling, his chest heaving in ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with my thumb, smirking triumphantly at how completely wrecked

he looked.

giddy mood, I pressed my thumb into my mouth, suckling at the taste of him. His burning eyes followed

blink, he had me on my back, caging me in with his arms as he smothered

“How naughty, Addie.”

“What are you going to do

just enough to sting. and I moaned as he practically tore

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down over my underwear, just enough

worry, dear,” he purred into my ear. “I’ll make

exposing me to the air, and I shivered,

my arms around his neck, but he

were filled with desire but also

enough as he pumped it slowly

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