Damien's chest heaved as he rode out the last tremors of his release, his body still locked intimately with hers, unwilling to sever the connection even as the world blurred back into focus.
Sweat glistened on his skin, catching the tears tracing silver paths down her flushed cheeks and her whimpers fading into soft, shuddering breaths that tugged at something deep in his soul.
It turned him on so bad. How can she be so beautiful?
"My love," he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress as he brushed the tears away with his thumbs, his touch feather-light despite the strength coiled in his frame. He pressed his forehead to hers, her soft pants intoxicating the air he breathed like an aphrodisiac.
"Did I hurt you? Say something, wife." Elena just smiled at him, her hair sprawled lazily over the pillow.
Damien's gaze fell. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll...I'll do better."
