I moaned, my legs falling open without a thought as I woke up with Damien’s hands already on me. “Good morning,” I said muzzily, glancing towards the window to ascertain that it was, indeed, morning.

“Good morning,” Damien said, a wicked grin on his face as he continued to twist his fingers inside of me. I was wet already, needing the intrusion, and I remembered vague snatches of a dream about him. I had to wonder who had started this, Damien or my dreaming self. Not that it really mattered.

Damien rolled me onto my back, and I stared up at him, legs akimbo and hair fanning out over his pillows. Our pillows, I corrected mentally—because Damien had asked me to move in with him, and I had agreed.

Things had been moving fast in our relationship ever since he had renounced his ties with the Volkov family. But we were both happy and impatient to start our lives together. And no one really seemed worried about the two of us being together. We’d had drinks with his cousins a couple times now, and it seemed like now that they didn’t have to worry about Damien messing things up for them here in Barcelona, their family ties were stronger than ever.

I was actually a little surprised by how pleasant Evgeni had been, on the one time that we’d had dinner with him, but Damien explained that now he wasn’t challenging his uncle at every turn, he and Evgeni had found that they got along pretty well.

Papa had been great as well, once we’d explained everything to him. He hadn’t been particularly happy with the information that Damien had shared with the Volkov family about the interior of Audaz headquarters, but he had admitted that he would have done the same if Audaz had been the ones threatened and he had inside information about the Volkov headquarters building.

Anyway, when I’d explained to Papa that Damien was the father of my child and that we were going to try to start a family there, Papa had been more than happy to let bygones be bygones—as long as Damien promised to have nothing more to do with espionage and plotting in the future.

They’d even agreed to continue with their real estate deal and whatever else.

But right now, I had more important things to think about than what my lover and my father had agreed to in business terms. Waking up next to Damien was always wonderful, but mornings like this especially…

I moaned again as he thumbed at my clit, sending sparks of pleasure erupting through my core. I rocked my hips down towards his hand, craving a deeper stimulation than what he was giving me.

“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head and pinning my hips into place. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “This morning, I want to take my time with you. Kiss my way all over your body, plunge my tongue inside of you, drive you crazy before I give you what you really want.” He sucked at my earlobe for a moment and then trailed his lips down the side of my neck, making me shiver, my head tilting back to allow him better access.

“I’m going to make you scream,” he promised.

I trembled at his words, fingers grasping at his shoulders to hold him close to me. “Please,” I begged, not even sure if I was begging for him to take his time or to move things along more quickly. Already, my mind was fogged with lust and desire, all rational thought gone.

My hands slid down Damien’s tattooed arms, and I twisted our fingers together. For a moment, Damien pulled back, staring at me, and I could sense that there was something more that he wanted to say, something serious. But whatever it was, he held back for now, smiling easily at me and then bending down to nip at the hollow of my neck.

He kissed and sucked his way down my body, his tongue leaving a fiery trail. He bit sharply into the soft skin of my hip, making me cry out and arch off the bed. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he continued to explore the area with his tongue and teeth. I wanted nothing more than to pressure him to move down between my legs, to give attention to that needy bundle of nerves. But I knew that if I tried to rush him, he would move even more glacially.

Still, I couldn’t help squirming as he trailed a slow line of kisses up the inside of my right thigh.

“Please,” I whimpered again.

Damien looked at me with eyes hot with lust and finally lowered his mouth to the apex of my legs. His tongue laved at my clit, making me practically sob with need. His fingers dipped back inside of me again, but they moved with more fervor than they had when he had first woken me up.

My head fell back against the pillows, my eyes slipping shut as I gave myself over to his ministrations.

He nipped lightly at my folds, and my pussy clenched around his fingers for a moment. I gasped as he stabbed his fingers deeper inside, finding my sweet spot and plying it mercilessly. Then, he added his tongue to the mix, moving it in the space between his fingers, adding a new heat to the slickness inside of me.

I was so close to coming, just like that, but my body needed something more—and Damien knew it, that bastard. He pulled his mouth away from my slit, grinning lazily up at me, looking smug.

“Please,” I tried one more time, my voice broken and needy. I could no longer stop my hips from shifting desperately, my heels from digging into the mattress in an attempt to get better leverage. My body flashed alternately hot and cold, goosebumps erupting down my arms as I hung there on the precipice, waiting for him to give me that final push.

He finally seemed to think I had waited long enough, because he pulled totally away for a moment. I cried out as his fingers left me, my walls clenching tightly, trying to keep some sort of contact even if it wasn’t what I really needed.

Fortunately, he wasted no time in lining his manhood up at the same spot that his fingers had just occupied. He slid smoothly inside of me in one fluid motion, and I sighed, my whole body going slack as it finally was filled to the brim.

I moaned as he started to thrust into me, his movements slow—again, designed to tease me, to keep me right there on the edge. As much as I wanted him to go faster, there was something so incredibly intimate about this, about the way he was watching me fall apart, my hands twisting in the sheets. His eyes darted towards my mouth as I bit my lower lip; then, his fingers traced over the plump, bruised patch of skin as I released it.

His hands came to rest on my hips, guiding me down against his length, changing the angle ever so slightly so that he was thrusting right to that spot where I needed it most. I sobbed, my whole body tensing. So close, so close, so close…

Damien began to move faster, his hips snapping into mine with incredible force, making me cry out with each thrust.

Each time we had sex, I seemed to come even harder—whether because he knew my body better and better every time, cataloging each reaction, or because he and I became closer and closer, so that each time felt even more intimate than the time before. Whatever it was, this time, when I came, I saw stars, my whole body lifting towards his, arching away from the mattress. My toes curled and I practically screamed out his name as I clung to him.

He came as well, a ragged cry falling from his lips as his body stilled over mine. I could feel him pulsing inside me, hot and thick, seed spurting deep into my core. We collapsed in a tangle against the sheets, Damien barely managing to roll to the side so that he didn’t crush me. But he stayed close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, and it made me smile as I looked up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

“So, what’s on the schedule for today?” he asked when we had finally calmed down from our bliss.

I rolled towards him, curling into his side. “Papa is coming over for dinner tonight,” I reminded him.

“Right,” Damien said, nodding as he slipped an arm around my shoulders. He snorted. “I can’t believe he already wants us to move into a bigger house. We don’t even have the one kid yet, and there’s plenty of space here for five or six kids!”

I laughed. “He just wants the best for his grandchildren, you know that,” I told him.

“I can already tell that he’s going to spoil little Nikola rotten,” Damien groaned.

“That’s not the name we agreed on for her!” I protested, even though I couldn’t help laughing. We had gone back and forth about names for the little baby girl for a while now, ever since we’d found out that she was a girl. But we still hadn’t come to any conclusions. It had to be something that was easily pronounceable in either Spanish or Russian. But that, surprisingly, didn’t narrow it down much.

“Well, is there anything else on the agenda for today, or do I get to keep you here in bed all day?” Damien pressed.

“Nothing else on my agenda,” I said, already smiling at the thought of staying here in bed with him. Even if all we did was talk for the rest of the day, a good cuddle like this was just what my body craved at the moment. But I had a feeling he had more in mind than just a cuddle, and that…

Well, I could already feel my needy body begging for his intrusion.

Damien kissed my hair and then rolled out of bed. I groaned at the sudden lack of contact, my hands automatically reaching out for him. He just laughed, though, shaking his head. “Go back to sleep for a little while,” he told me. “I’ll bring breakfast. If you have nothing else to do this morning anyway.”

I smiled up at him. “I think I’m going to get very spoiled, living here with you,” I told him, stretching languidly.

“Good,” Damien said firmly, smiling down at me. “You deserve it.”

He kissed me one last time before he left the room, still naked and thus giving me a good view of his retreating ass, his whole body a perfect display of masculinity. I grinned to myself and curled around one of his pillows, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne as I drifted back to sleep.