Chapter 38

Damon

She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.

Not like she relaxed.

Like she broke.

Her body just… folded.

She was shaking.

My knot was still buried deep inside her… throbbing, swelling… locked so tight her pussy pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. Barely audible. “Holy fucking shit… Damon… I can’t… I can’t believe that just…”

She lifted her head for a second.

Eyes wide.

Mouth trembling.

Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.

“Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she—she opened the door—she was so fucking close—oh my god—oh my god…”

She clutched at me suddenly.

Fingers digging into my chest.

Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real.

“She was gonna see me—she was gonna see me like this—wit