45. Chapter Aria
A fter Damian’s and I shouting match that ended with a kiss, I left the office where I made him promise me a thousand times that this time around he was going to show up. He promised just as many times. He had to stay in the office with the guys to figure out the next step and what’s going to happen. I decided to just go to Sophia’s, have an impromptu girl's day and just vent.
“I think it’s romantic,” Sophia says after I explained why he did what he did, and the shouting match we had at his lawyer’s office.
“For once, I agree with Sophia. Very book boyfriend material,” Isabella chimes in.
“Okay, but this is real life, guys. This was extremely reckless on his part,” I say, glaring at them .
Isabella raises an eyebrow. “And you taking out a knife and placing it against Alex’s neck wasn’t reckless?”
“Isa,” I hissed.
Sophia gapes at me. “You did what!?”
I cross my arms, stiffening my shoulders. They don’t get it. Sophia, well, it’s Sophia, and has been through enough so she doesn’t understand love makes you do idiotic things, and Isabella has revoked love out of her life, so she understands even less.
“I was willing to do anything for him,” I confess.
“Yes, and he was willing to do everything for you. How can you be mad at that?” Sophia points out.
Well, when someone puts it like that…
I leave Sophia’s apartment a few hours later when I get a text from Damian to go to his condo. The elevator door opens and I’m met with hundreds and hundreds of wildflowers scattered all over the floor and a path of soft yellow candles. Following the trail, I find Damian in the living room sitting down on the floor with blankets, pillows, and a bunch of takeout brown bags.
“What’s this?” I ask, my voice laced with surprise.
Damian gets up from the floor and walks toward me and grabs my hand, guiding me to the blanket. “I know these are not New York dumplings, but I researched a lot and these are the best places I found. The meeting with the guys didn’t take that long. I was just doing all of this…” He waves his hand around the apartment.
The apartment is filled with so many candles and wildflowers all around, it’s beautiful.
“Damian—”
He interrupts, “Let me speak first, okay? I have to get this out.” He sighs, “I’m so fucking sorry, okay? I was a complete asshole to you and I have no excuse for that. Well, I was trying to protect you and not ruin your life. But it doesn’t matter, because I fucked up. I didn’t handle the situation well and I hurt you in the process, and I will never forgive myself for that.” He brings me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head. “I love you so much, it kills me that I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
I hug him back, then take a step back with a nod. “I know you had good intentions. You were just, well, an asshole about it.”
We both laugh at that.
“But I forgive you. I know it came from a good place, even if the end result was fucked.”
He lets out a sigh of relief, relaxing his shoulders. “Thank you.”
“Okay, shall we eat now? It smells delicious.”
He nods and we both sit down and just like that first night in New York, we eat way too many dumplings and rate them. This time around, though? Damian gives them different ratings.
How times have changed.
We lay on the floor, the sheets a mess between us as my head finds his strong, muscled chest. He runs his fingers through my hair gently while planting a soft kiss on the top of my head.“I missed this,” he says.
I lift my head abruptly, meeting his gaze with a glare. “It’s your fault we spent so much time apart.”
“Please, don’t remind me.” He grimaces.
I hum. “I’ll think about it.”
After we ate, we wasted no time on removing all of our clothes to make up for lost time. I’m satiated and exhausted—well, maybe not that exhausted. I can go a couple more rounds.
What can I say? I missed him.
He locks his eyes on me, and I can sense an array of emotions brewing in his gaze. He takes a deep breath and says, “Thank you,” in a hushed tone, as if unsure whether to voice his gratitude. "For whatever you did. I don’t need to know if you don’t want me to, but… thank you. ”
I try to downplay my role, responding, “It wasn’t just me, you know? Matteo came up with the idea. I just went along with it.”
He mutters, “Well, he better have. He was doing a shit job before.”
I nod knowingly. “I think it’s more than that, though. He considers you his friend.”
He shrugs. “He isn't half bad.”
As we chat, I start sharing Matteo's plan, the details of how we pulled it off, how Alex fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
“I’m going to kill Matteo for putting you in danger,” he says, annoyed.
I gape at him. “We save your ass and that’s what you focus on?”
“Yes. And also, you held a knife to his throat?” He lets out a low whistle. “Who are you and what did you do with my woman?” he exclaims.
I playfully hit his shoulder. "Looks like there's a lot about me you still need to figure out."
He lets out a grunt that makes me laugh.
“Enzo kind of lost it for a moment there, too. He scared the shit out of me,” I confess.
He nods in understanding. “Enzo is a complicated man with a complicated life to say the least. But he has always had my back, however that looks. ”
Knowing Damian isn't alone anymore makes my heart flutter. We both had a rough childhood, but now, he's surrounded by people who genuinely love him and would do anything for him. He deserves all the love because he gives it just as passionately, if not more. He's shown that with everything that went down. Most importantly, he has me too, and I’d sacrifice anything for him, no questions asked.
I entwine my legs around Damian's waist, finding a comfortable spot on his lap, already feeling his erection.
“ Tesoro ,” he rasps through a breathy groan.
“What?” I ask, innocently.
He closes the distance with a fierce, passionate kiss, and I eagerly reciprocate. My hands roam over his strong chest and toned arms as my tongue dances with his. His erection grows rapidly, pressing against me. Slowly, I grind against him, seeking that much-needed friction.
He firmly grips my ass, syncing the movement with his hips. The sensation of his cock between my slick folds is overwhelming. Too much and simply not enough, all at the same time.
His hands firmly clench my hips and lift me up slightly, then easing me down his hard, throbbing cock. An involuntary moan escapes me, the sensation of him inside is overpowering. Pure pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs while gently biting my earlobe.
He thrusts at a punishingly slow pace, but I don’t mind it. His lips trace along my neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. He takes one of my sensitive nipples in his mouth, swirling it with his warm, wet tongue and sucking it until I’m a blubbering, moaning mess.
I meet him, thrust after thrust. Both of us lost in each other's bodies, sharing moans and groans. Being with him, like this, in such an intimate way, is pure fucking bliss. Expressing the love we have for each other with our bodies is like reaching Nirvana. The way he worships me with every kiss, every touch, and every sultry word is exhilarating.
My body tenses as my orgasm builds. “Fuck, Damian. I’m coming,” I moan.
He holds onto my hips, picking up the pace with punishing, fast, delicious thrusts. It's rougher—less controlled—as if he's really eager to bring me to that point.
“Come for me, Darling. Milk my cock like the good fucking girl you are,” he murmurs in my ear.
His words send shivers through my spine, and my walls tighten around him as I reach the sweet moment of release. His thrusts become even more intense and forceful, and he pumps once more before filling me completely.
We're both caught up in the moment, and at our high peaks, he discovers my lips and kisses me with a newfound intensity. “I fucking love you, Tesoro .”
Damian Romano loving me wasn't something I saw coming. Life, with all its surprises, has led me to this point, and I'm just so damn lucky to have the most wonderful man in the world loving me in this space and time.
“I fucking love you too.”