The storm had finally stilled.
The privacy meant to mend what had fractured between them had done far more than that. It had led to forgiveness. Understanding. Acceptance.
And then something reckless.
Bold. Burning.
They had known each other’s bodies before — but this… this had been different.
Deeper. Hungrier. Fiercer.
Even for Damien — a man long past amateur curiosity, long accustomed to control — nothing had ever felt like that. Not the intensity. Not the surrender. Not the way she had undone him.
Now, exhaustion wrapped around them like a second skin.
Their breaths were still uneven, slowly finding rhythm again.
Maya lay draped across his chest, her skin warm, her fingers lazily tracing invisible patterns along the firm planes of him. Her hair spilled over his shoulder, soft
