DAMIEN'S POV
As soon as the front door clicked shut behind us, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Anna turned to me, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red and swollen from all the kisses we had stolen earlier in the car.
I saw the slight tremble of her hands, the way her body leaned unconsciously toward me, like she couldn't stay away even if she tried.
"Damien..." she whispered, almost breathless, her voice shaking with anticipation.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t think I could.
Instead, I closed the space between us in a heartbeat, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
My hands slid down her arms, feeling every soft curve of her body, every shudder and sigh that escaped her lips.
We stumbled backward, neither of us willing to break contact. Her fingers clutched at my jacket, pulling me closer as I traced the line of her spine with my hands.
Slowly, deliberately, I helped her out of her jacket, tossing it aside without a second thought.
Anna’s hands were frantic now, tugging at my shirt, her fingers fumbling over the buttons.
I chuckled against her mouth and helped her, ripping the last few buttons open without any patience. The shirt joined her jacket on the floor.
Her touch against my bare chest was electric, sending fire coursing through my veins.
“Damien…” she said again, more pleading this time.
"You're so beautiful," I breathed against her lips, my hands sliding beneath her blouse to feel the warmth of her skin.
She shivered, and a small, helpless sound escaped her throat. I pushed the blouse off her shoulders, exposing the delicate curve of her neck and the simple lace bra she wore underneath.
"God, Anna..." I groaned, drinking in the sight of her.
She laughed softly, nervous and excited all at once. "You're not so bad yourself, Alpha Boss."
I growled low in my throat at the nickname. "Keep calling me that, and see what happens," I teased, lifting her into my arms without warning.
Anna squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck instinctively.
"Damien!" she scolded between giggles.
I carried her through the living room, peeling away what little clothing we had left as we went.
Her skirt hit the floor. My belt followed. Her shoes. My socks. Everything in a messy trail behind us.
By the time we made it to my bedroom, Anna stood naked before me, radiant and breathtaking.
I froze for a second, staring at her like she was some kind of vision. She shifted under my gaze, looking both shy and proud at the same time.
"Stop looking at me like that," she mumbled, trying to cover herself with her hands.
I stepped closer, gently taking her wrists and lowering them to her sides.
"I could look at you forever," I said honestly, my voice rough.
Anna’s face flamed red, and she bit her lip, looking up at me through thick lashes.
For a long moment, we just stood there, breathing each other in.
Finally, she tilted her head, giving me a curious look.
"Tell me something," she said softly. "Is sex just... sex in your world too?"
I froze.
My heart slammed against my ribs because I knew exactly what she was asking.
I shook my head slowly, feeling the intensity of the moment deepen.
"No," I said hoarsely. "Not with mates."
Anna blinked. "Mates?"
"Yeah." I brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "When we mate... it’s not just physical. It’s spiritual. Emotional. Permanent. We bond. Our souls… they tether together."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"And... is that what’s happening now?" she asked in a whisper.
Instead of answering with words, I surged forward, claiming her mouth in a desperate, consuming kiss.
She melted against me instantly, opening to me, giving herself without hesitation.
Our bodies moved together like they had always belonged, fitting perfectly in a rhythm we didn’t even have to think about. I could feel her need, her hunger, her love. It wrapped around me, thick and intoxicating.
I walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. She gasped when she fell onto the mattress, laughing breathlessly.
I hovered over her, staring down, drinking in every inch of her body sprawled out beneath me.
"You’re mine, Anna," I said roughly. "Mine."
"And you’re mine," she whispered back, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair.
I shed the last of my clothing and joined her on the bed. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
The moment I entered her, it was like the world exploded around us.
She cried out, arching into me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, but she shook her head, pulling me closer with a fierce, desperate grip.
"Don't you dare stop," she gasped.
I chuckled against her neck. "Never."
I moved inside her slowly, savoring every second. Every gasp. Every whispered plea. Every whispered "Damien."
She was perfection beneath me, matching my movements, clinging to me like she never wanted to let go.
The bond between us ignited, flaring bright and fierce.
I could feel it, a golden thread tying us together, fusing our souls in ways that went beyond just flesh.
"God, Anna," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I love you."
She froze for a second, her eyes flying open to meet mine.
"I love you," I said again, more firmly this time. "I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my life, Anna."
Tears filled her eyes, but she smiled through them.
"I love you too," she whispered.
Those three little words pushed me over the edge.
I kissed her hard, pouring every ounce of emotion into the connection between us as we moved together faster, harder, reaching for the stars.
When she climaxed, she screamed my name, her body shuddering around me, pulling me over the edge with her.
I followed with a guttural growl, burying my face in her neck as I surrendered completely.
This was everything I had ever wanted. Everything I hadn’t even known I needed.