Chapter 21

“I’m staying the night,” I told him, which made him growl in reply. I took it as a good sign and hooked my hands around his hips to bring him downwards. Damian submitted instantly, easing himself inside of me to our relief. A warm hand rubbed the side of his arm, feeling the light bindings that covered up an open wound. My fingers trace the outer surface of his cloth bandage and then claw his skin as I stroke them upwards.

“Riding Hood,” he randomly uttered in between a kiss, clearly amused by my Halloween costume.

“You like it?”

“More than you know,” he darkly replied.

“You could have dressed as the wolf,” I teased. “You have this blanket—” My words were cut off when he pushed himself inside of me, eliciting a moan that I couldn’t hold back.