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“I only belong to you.” Warrin dipped his face to my neck and sucked the base of it. The power of his thrusts banged me so hard against the wall it was a miracle we didn’t burst through it. “My body only responds to you, Daman. You are everything I never knew I needed until the morning I first saw you.” He nuzzled my jaw and whispered in a sexy, gruff accent, “You’re precious to me.”

Envy retreated into the background, appeased by his words. More so, the honesty in his voice when he’d uttered them.

I hooked my arms around Warrin’s neck, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Warrin hadn’t known me long, but he’d sensed that this was what I’d needed to come back from that dark place Envy had sent me. To be in a place where only he and I existed, our bodies joined and our gazes locked.

“War… I… I’m sorry.” I shuddered and tightened my legs around his waist. Guilt consumed me too. I had knocked him aside with my wing. And I knew from experience how bad that shit hurt—thanks to the intense training Lazarus had put me and my brothers through. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” His forehead bumped mine as he canted hips and fucked up into me. “Now get out of your head. Stay in this moment with me.”

It was the only place I wanted to be.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered as he deeply filled me, hitting my sweet spot with each passing drive of his cock.

“I won’t,” he murmured in my ear. “I am yours, Daman. Every inch of me. This is all I could think of to prove that to you.”

Unsure how to respond with words, I kissed him. Some emotions were too deep to convey with anything other than actions. His scent, his taste, the softness of his lips, drove me wild. What I really wanted to tell him?

I was his too.

Chapter Ten

Warrin

I lay awake long after we had showered and crawled into bed.

Daman slept beside me, dark hair curtaining in his face. His breaths were soft, and his chest barely moved with each one. I touched the jagged scar over his heart before ghosting my fingers along his sharp jawline.

My question about whether he believed in monogamy had upset him. But he’d misunderstood. I’d only asked it becauseIbelieved in it and wished to know how he felt. We still had much to learn about each other.

Recalling the way I’d slammed him against the wall and taken him hard made me realize there was a lot I needed to learn about myself too. That raw dominance had come from a place deep inside me. A place that had been awakened the moment I’d first kissed the beautiful male in my arms.

I gently nuzzled him, partly ashamed by my rough behavior and also intrigued by it. All of this was new for me. Relationships. Open communication. Sex. And everything in between.

“I feel you thinking,” Daman mumbled. “Go to sleep.”

“How can you feel me thinking? I don’t share a telepathic connection with you like your brothers do.”

“Christ, War. It was a figure of speech.” He cracked open one eyelid, then the other, directing those green eyes on me. “What’s on your mind?”

“You.”

“That answer was quick.”

“It’s the truth.” I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. His delicate features never failed to send my heart racing, my blood pumping. He was beautiful. Strong. A bit insecure too, despite his reserved nature and hard edge, as if a single word, spoken from a person he truly cared for, could break him.

“Okay.” Daman worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he touched the cut on my cheek from where his wing had whacked me. For being so soft, the feathers were awfully strong and sliced like tiny blades when enough force was put behind the swing. He swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry. Do you forgive me?”

I placed my hand over his. “Yes.”

“I’ll heal it. Give me a sec.” A soft glow emitted from his palm, warming my skin. “There. All done.”

“Thank you.” I touched the area, surprised to find not even a scratch. “If only our healers were as powerful as your kind.”

“Only minor wounds go away completely,” he said. “We don’t scar at all unless it’s a celestial blade, but when we heal other people, sometimes they scar depending on the injury. Simon still has scars from when he was attacked by shades earlier this year. The attack almost killed him. It took several of us to keep him from dying.”

Daman yawned and settled back down on the bed, closing his eyes. I moved his bangs off his brow again.

“Did you know we can also make people fall asleep?”