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Chapter twenty-two

Claiming Each Other

K aelis Monroe sat curled against Damian Blackthorn’s chest, the quiet hum of the world outside their sanctuary fading to nothing. The air between them felt different now—thicker with emotion, heavy with meaning. They had crossed a threshold, one neither of them could turn back from, nor did they want to. The weight of their last scene still lingered in her muscles, but more than that, something deeper had settled in her chest, warm and unshakable.

Damian’s fingers trailed lazily along her spine, grounding her in the moment as they lay in the recliner. He hadn’t spoken much since they had collapsed together in the afterglow, but his presence said more than words ever could.

Kaelis tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his jaw. “You’re quiet,” she murmured. “Are you thinking?”

He let out a soft chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Always,” he admitted, his fingers shifting to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “But tonight, I’m thinking about how to make sure you never doubt what you mean to me.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her breath catching as she searched his gaze. There was no hesitation there, only certainty.

He shifted, reaching toward the nightstand where a small black velvet box sat, almost hidden in the candlelight. Kaelis blinked, her pulse quickening. “What is that?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Damian turned back to her, the flicker of a rare, unguarded smile crossing his lips. “Something I’ve been holding onto for a while,” he admitted. “Waiting for the right moment.”

Kaelis sat up slightly, her heart pounding as he handed her the box. It felt heavier than it should have as if it carried more than just the object inside. She swallowed hard, glancing up at him before carefully lifting the lid. Her breath caught in her throat. Inside, nestled against the soft fabric, was a bracelet—sleek black leather, its edges adorned with silver filigree. In the center, a small engraved plate bore a single inscription: His.

Her fingers trembled as she traced over the metal, her chest tightening at the depth of the gesture. “Damian,” she breathed, her voice barely steady. He watched her intently, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with something raw.

“It’s not just a symbol,” he said, his voice low. “It’s a promise.”

Kaelis swallowed, lifting the bracelet from the box and feeling the smooth leather against her fingertips. “A promise of what?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. Damian took the bracelet from her, his fingers brushing against hers as he carefully fastened it around her wrist.

“That you’re mine,” he murmured. “That this—us—goes beyond play, beyond these rooms.”

Her breath hitched as he ran his thumb over the engraving, his touch lingering. “It’s not about ownership,” he continued. “It’s about devotion. About what I feel for you, what I want this to be.”

Kaelis’s vision blurred slightly, overwhelmed by the weight of his words. “I don’t need a symbol to know that,” she whispered. “But this… I love this.”

Damian’s smile was small but filled with warmth. “I wanted you to have something tangible,” he admitted. “Something you could wear every day, not just here.” He lifted her wrist, pressing a lingering kiss against the inside of it. “Because every time you look at it, I want you to remember—there is no one else. There never could be.”

Damian watched as Kaelis wiped away a tear, his own chest tightening at the sight. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss against her neck, his voice filled with emotion.

“Mmm…” Kaelis arched slightly into his touch, feeling secure in his lap, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her free hand moved to toy with his hair while the other remained on his neck. “Damian…” she whispered breathlessly between kisses, pressing herself back against him.

The kisses grew more passionate, more heated. Damian’s tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, exploring and claiming her as his. He slid his hand under her robe, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach as he parted the fabric, then roamed upwards, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Kaelis moaned into the kiss, grinding her ass back against his growing erection. His fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of her panties. “I’ve been thinking about fucking this tight little pussy all day,” he growled, nipping at her earlobe. He slid his other hand up to grope her breast hard, massaging the soft flesh. “These tits… this body…” His fingers slid lower, pushing past her panties to rub against her wet pussy.

Damian crushed his lips against Kaelis’, kissing her fiercely as saliva dripped between their mouths. His tongue plunged deep, invading her, claiming every inch. One hand gripped her thigh, spreading her wider while the other continued its sensual assault on her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple. She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him into a slow, searing kiss. Damian responded instantly, pulling her waist fully into his lap.

The moment stretched between them, unhurried and consuming. Every touch, every kiss, reaffirmed everything they had built together, the connection that neither of them could deny any longer. Damian’s hands mapped her body with reverence; his movements were deliberate as if memorizing every inch of her all over again.

Kaelis, feeling bold and wanton, slowly bent forward, giving Damian a perfect view of her ass. She shook it gently, inviting him to take a closer look. “Do you like what you see?” She asked breathlessly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “Want to fuck this ass?”

Damian leaned forward, his breath hot against Kaelis’s ear as he whispered, “Fuck yes, I want to pound this ass.” He slipped a slick finger into her tight rear hole, kissing and nibbling her earlobe. His other hand reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.

Damian pumped his finger in and out of Kaelis’s tight ass, curling it to hit that sensitive spot. “You like this, dirty girl?” He murmured, biting her neck as he added another finger, stretching her forbidden entrance. “Gonna fuck this perfect ass so hard.”

Kaelis gasped as his lips traced along her collarbone, his breath warm against her skin. “Say it,” he murmured against her throat. “Tell me what you are.” The request sent a thrill through her, and her body responded to the possessiveness in his tone.

She lifted her wrist slightly, the weight of the bracelet grounding her. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

Damian groaned, his grip on her tightening for a moment before he kissed her again, his mouth claiming hers in a way that left no room for doubt. “That’s right,” he murmured against her lips. “Mine.” The word sent another shiver through her, but it wasn’t just about possession—it was about the promise they had made to each other, silent but unbreakable.

Damian pushed Kaelis forward until her hands were braced against the recliner. He spread her cheeks apart and buried his face between them, his tongue circling her tight hole. He ate her ass like it was his favorite meal, licking and probing with his tongue, getting her ready for his thick cock.

Kaelis began to rub her ass against Damian’s face, using his tongue for her pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned, “lick that nasty asshole. Make it all wet and sloppy.” She ground harder against him, her moans filling the air as she rode his tongue.

Damian pushed a thick finger back into Kaelis’s pussy while he ate her ass, vibrating his finger against her inner walls. The dirty sounds of him licking and finger-fucking her filled the room. He pushed a second finger into her ass, stretching it while he hummed against her hole.

“Mmm, fuck yeah,” Kaelis moaned loudly, her voice dripping with filth as she continued to ride Damian’s face and fingers. “Stick that big tongue in my dirty little hole, baby. Make it feel good.” She reached back and spread her cheeks wider for him.

As Kaelis wailed and came against Damian’s face, he shoved his whole hand into her ass, his fingers curling up to hit her sweet spot. He lapped at her convulsing hole, drinking up her release like it was nectar. “Turn over,” he commanded. Kaelis quickly obeyed, flipping onto her back on the recliner. Damian crawled up her body, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he growled, positioning his rock-hard cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. “But first…”

He hovered over Kaelis with a mischievous smirk, teasingly dragging the tip of his cock along her slit before capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue dominated her mouth, swallowing her moans as he rubbed himself against her. Without warning, Damian thrust his thick cock deep into Kaelis’s soaking pussy, yanking a moan from her. He pounded into her mercilessly, his hips slapping against hers as he filled her completely. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his pace growing faster and more aggressive.

Damian’s face contorted with pleasure as he buried his face in Kaelis’s neck, his hot seed erupting into her welcoming warmth. He wrapped his arms around her possessively, holding her close as he shuddered through his release, panting and sweaty.

When they finally collapsed together again, their bodies tangled in the sheets, Damian pulled her close, his fingers tracing over the bracelet. “This is just the beginning,” he murmured. “There’s so much more I want from you.”

She swallowed hard, blinking against the heat behind her eyes. “You already have everything,” she murmured. “You have me, Damian. Every part of me.”

He let out a sharp breath, his grip on her tightening just slightly. “Say it again,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

Kaelis smiled, her fingers slipping into his hair as she whispered, “I’m yours.”

The way he kissed her; it stole what little breath she had left. It wasn’t a kiss of possession or dominance—it was a kiss of devotion, of something that stretched far beyond the walls of this room. Kaelis melted into it, letting herself be consumed by the depth of what they had built, of what they had become.

When they finally separated, Damian stroked her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers, smiling—a rare, unguarded expression that made her heart skip a beat. Then, Kaelis sighed into his embrace. They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other, the world outside their little sanctuary fading away. This was no longer just a dynamic, no longer just a connection built on trust and play.

It was love.

She turned her wrist slightly, admiring the way the candlelight reflected off the engraving. His. The word meant everything now. Not just submission, not just devotion, but partnership. A bond deeper than either of them had ever expected.

Damian kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering as he whispered, “Sleep, little one.” Kaelis closed her eyes, her body finally relaxing completely in his embrace. She had never felt safer, never felt more cherished. And as the last flickers of candlelight danced along the walls, she let herself drift, knowing that when she woke, he would still be there. Because this wasn’t just a promise.

This was forever. Damian held Kaelis close as her breathing evened out, her body soft and pliant in his arms. He traced slow circles along her back, his touch gentle in the aftermath of everything they had shared. The weight of the night settled over them, thick with meaning. This was more than play, more than just a scene—it was something neither of them could escape now. And he didn’t want to.

Kaelis stirred slightly, a sleepy sigh escaping her lips as she nestled closer. Damian smiled against her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The bracelet he had given her gleamed softly in the dim light, a symbol of everything he had wanted to say but hadn’t yet found the words for. It wasn’t just about claiming her. It was about the promise he had made to himself—to care for her, to cherish her, to keep her safe in every way that mattered.

She shifted again, her fingers brushing against his chest as she let out a sleepy murmur. Damian caught her hand, bringing it to his lips as he kissed her knuckles. “Still awake, little one?” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and contentment.

Kaelis hummed softly, her eyelids fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze. “Barely,” she admitted, her voice hushed. “But I don’t want this night to end.”

His grip on her hand tightened slightly as if he could tether her to him at the moment. “It doesn’t have to,” he said simply.

The words sent warmth through her chest, swelling her heart at the certainty in his voice. She ran her fingers along the edge of the bracelet, the weight of it grounding her. “I know,” she whispered.

He shifted them slightly so that she was fully tucked against him, his body wrapped around hers. “Sleep, little one,” he whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

Kaelis let out a contented sigh, her body finally relaxing completely. She had no doubts, no fears—only the certainty that when the morning came, he would still be there. Because this wasn’t just a promise. This was them. And there was no turning back now.