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

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.”

summer day, and I ran my hands through his

and I nipped at his lower lip, savoring the taste of us together. His hand pressed against my chin, lifting it to meet his kiss. He tasted sweeter, but

and we broke away, breathing hard. I twisted myself so I was laying on my stomach, crawling

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

his chest as I straddled him, feeling him through his pants. I took control this time as his

trailed down his chest until it drifted lightly over his c*ck, my nails scratching lightly at the fabric over it. His eyes blew wide open, and his body shuddered underneath me

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

clenched as he breathed out through his nose, his hips rising unconsciously to meet

found mine-his pupils expanded with

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

his buckle undone with trembling fingers, and I half-expected him to push me away. To reject me over some half-baked noble reason like I was drunk, but

I broke from the kiss, breathing heavily. He watched

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it a few times. His head fell back hard against the

in a firm, wet lick, the taste of

past my lips as I took his length in, feeling the uncomfortable stretch as my mouth tried to take him in fully. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I tasted him everywhere.

and I could hear the low

molten eyes staring at the way his c*ck disappeared into the hot expanse

swallowing him as far as I could until he was so deep in my throat I could barely breathe. He gripped my hair tightly, groaning like

electrical current between us, and then he was coming undone. A hot, heavy spurt of his warm come burst in my mouth, and he was so deep in my throat that I had no choice but to swallow, some spilling past my

ragged gasps. I wiped the spend still on my lips with my

he looked.

a giddy mood, I pressed my thumb into my mouth, suckling at the taste of him. His burning eyes followed my every movement, looking very much

arms as he smothered me with his gaze. A wicked smirk crawled up his

“How naughty, Addie.”

I grinned, “What are you going to do about

head against my throat, biting down just enough to sting. and I moaned as

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up and down over my underwear, just enough pressure

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

I shivered, the deep ache burning

whined, wrapping my arms around his neck, but he

desire but also mirth. He dipped one finger into me, and I groaned.

enough as he pumped it