“Work?” Maya asked, brow furrowed slightly, though a smile tugged at her lips.
Damien’s grin deepened. He lifted her easily, legs wrapping around his waist. “Yeah, work,” he said, voice teasing. “Making babies.”
Maya laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made him chuckle against her lips. He kissed her again, slow and lingering, then carried her back toward the bedroom, both of them laughing quietly as the morning light streamed around them.
Damien carried her effortlessly into the bedroom, setting her down gently on the edge of the bed. He paused for a moment, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, eyes dark with a mix of mischief and tenderness.
Without another word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, possessive kiss. Maya responded instantly, her hands tangling in his h
