No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 820

In that moment, the heat that had been barely contained in Damian's veins erupted into a raging fire.

He couldn't hold back any longer. His bloodshot eyes darkened, and he pulled Scarlett hard against his chest.

At the same time, he gently bit her lip and said, "After tonight, whether you like it or not, I'm yours, Scarlett. For the rest of my life, I belong to no one but you."

Then, without waiting for her answer, he lowered himself to her.

Just seconds later, he had claimed her completely.

...

Scarlett wasn't sure when she finally fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, her whole body felt weak.

A low, teasing voice came from beside her. "Awake?"

She recognized Damian's voice. She turned her head in a panic, memories from the night before slowly flooding back.

Damian lay on his side, his head propped on his hand, watching her.

Thinking about everything that had happened, Scarlett's face burned. She couldn't look at him, so she turned away.

Damian laughed. He reached a hand toward her under the covers.

She swatted at him.

He faked a yelp. "Ow! That hurts."

She pulled her hand back but still didn't say anything.

He knew she was shy. He rested his chin in the curve of her shoulder and asked softly, "You okay?"

Scarlett shifted slightly, looking around the room. Her clothes were scattered on the floor next to his white shirt.

Her face grew even hotter.

When she didn't answer, Damian moved to turn her back toward him.

Afraid of what he might do next, she quickly gave in. "Damian, I'm sore."

He rolled over, kissed her lips, and then asked, "So, are you..."

Scarlett's face turned red with embarrassment. She couldn't look at him, so she turned her head away and said, "Yes. I'm satisfied."

Unlike Vincent's rushed, careless approach, Damian last night had been more than she'd ever imagined possible.

A smug smile tugged at the corner of Damian's lips. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, in a tone that was more announcement than question, "Starting right now, I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend."

Damian raised an eyebrow, amused. "Later?"

She swatted his chest. "I want to take a shower. What were you thinking?"

He laughed, "That's exactly what I was thinking. What were you thinking?"

Scarlett decided to ignore him. She gave his body a little push and said, "Get up. I'm going to take a shower."

Damian caught her wrist and pressed her hand against the hard muscle of his chest. He smiled at her and said, "Relax. I already washed you last night. Every inch. Nice and clean."

At that, Scarlett's face felt like it was on fire. "You... you're shameless."

Damian buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathed in deeply, and said, satisfied, "You didn't like it?"

Thinking back to the night before, Scarlett felt like she had been floating on a cloud. Every high had made her want to cry out.

It was something she had never experienced before. She never knew it could feel like that.

Seeing the faraway look in her eyes, Damian rolled off her gently and sat beside her, giving her a full view of his back.

"Look what you did last night," he said. His tone pretended to be annoyed, but if you listened closely, there was nothing but joy in his voice.

Scarlett turned to look. Damian's entire back was covered in nail marks—red scratches that marked every peak she'd reached.