Making Love To Death (One Night With Death)

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by Kristen, Natalie


  “But Damien Blake...this...” Emma looked down the length of the handsome billionaire's rock solid body. “This body...”

  He nodded. “Damien Blake took his own life. He took my place, and all my responsibilities and burdens. And I took his. But it took me some time to remember. When I first opened my eyes, the only thing I could remember was you. The rest came in flashes, and I thought they were just waking dreams. When I finally recalled everything, I didn't want to waste a single second. Time...I know now that time is so precious. Human life is so, so short, just a few decades that rush by in a blur. I know without a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my short, fleeting human life with you.”

  Emma took a while to process his words. “So,” she began with a slight frown. “If you are Damien Blake, then—Damien Blake is...Death?”

  “He is no longer Damien Blake. And I am not...”

  Emma silenced him with a kiss. “It doesn't matter what your name is. I know you. You. The one I've been loving and missing for the last, short ten years.”

  “Emma, I love you.”

  Their kiss deepened, and Emma felt him push deeper into her. His body moved hard against her, his cock pounding into her body as she clenched and pulled him into her. Her nails raked across his broad back as her climax reared up and slammed through her body. Damien shuddered violently as his own release came and he gritted out her name over and over again.

  Finally spent, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head as he lay beside her.

  “I love you,” he said hoarsely. “I love Luc. I love you both so, so much.”

  Emma propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at her husband. “And...we live happily ever after?”

  Laughing softly, he caught her hand and kissed it. “I'm never going to leave you. I will not leave you and Luc ever again.,” he whispered.

  Emma looked into those intense blue eyes and hugged her husband tightly.

  Death had come to her, taken her and left her. And now he had returned to her. After everything they had gone through, they were finally together at last. Nothing would tear them apart again, she promised.

  She tilted her head at him. “Your name...”

  “Would you like me to change it?” He stroked her back lovingly.

  “No.” Emma settled back into his arms. “Damien suits you. And I can't go around calling you Death. Unless you want me to.” She arched an eyebrow at him, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

  “You can call me anything you want.” Damien rolled her over and kissed her. He would love and cherish her, his bride, his love, his life.

  “And yes my love,” he whispered, “We live...happily ever after.”

  *****

  End

 

 

 


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