Avowed (The Manipulation Trilogy Book 3) by Alicia Taylor, Natalie Townson

a meal. Every few minutes he leaves the stove to come and kiss me or just be near me. He feels like home to me.
    I never envisioned a future like this. I never thought I’d be a mother to be, and wife, sitting contentedly as my husband cooks us an evening meal.  I’ve never given myself time to look forward to a future. When I was younger I enjoyed my youth with Pops and then when I lost Lydia I only planned for each day. My life is now so far from what it was at just the beginning of this year.
    “Motherfucker,” Damon growls. His words bring me from my thoughts and I chuckle at him as he shakes his hand out in pain. 
    “Do you need a hand?” I ask, trying to mask my amusement at his flustered state. Damon spins in my direction with a predatory look.
    “Are you laughing at me Mrs. Hunt?” he growls. I shake my head innocently and flutter my eyelashes at him.
    “Would I?” I mock gasp.
    “I think you would and I think you do,” he states as he stalks over to me.
    “Everything okay, babe?” I ask, suddenly breathless. Damon reaches me and places his hands on either side of my body , caging me in. His eyes swim with an unknown emotion and he shakes his head no.
    “What did you just say?” he asks in a quiet whisper. His voice has a rasp to it that I only ever hear when he’s speaking of his love for me or when he’s aroused. I’m happy with either of those reasons.
    “I asked if everything was okay.”
    “No. Not that, beauty, the other part. What did you call me?” he rasps. I think back and my eyes widen as I remember calling him babe. Is that what has him turned on? I gasp when he presses his erection against me.
    “Babe. I called you babe,” I breathe. His lips crushing down on mine takes me by surprise and I have to pull away after a second to take a breath. My heart skips a beat when I look into his eyes and see them darken with lust, but brighten with love.
    “I like it. It’s the first time you’ve ever used a term of endearment to me, beauty,” he whispers. He moves away from me, leaving me happy that I pleased him. I hadn’t realised I had never said it before.
    “Do you need any help Damon?” He shakes his head no and I continue to watch him as he turns his attention back to cooking. I watch each muscle contract as he stirs the food and my mind conjures up the image of him using those same hands to stir my body to life.
    After watching Damon it appears he finally seems to have everything under control and he comes to stand in front of me, between my parted thighs.
    “Are you okay beauty? Can I get you anything?” he asks softly.
    “I'm fine Damon. I'm enjoying watching you cook. It’s enlightening.”
    “Oh yeah? How is it enlightening you wife, pray tell?” I laugh at his old fashioned phrasing, and wrap my legs around his body.
    “What are you, like a hundred?” I tease, laughing. “Who says that? You’re like a caveman.”
    Damon brings his hands from around me and beats them against his chest, like a caveman. He laughs and I snort with laughter at his antics. I bury my face in his neck and giggle until I feel a change in the atmosphere. Damon is silent as I bring my gaze to his. The laughter in his face has now been replaced with lust, and his eyes have darkened, his gaze feral. His body inches closer towards me and he grasps my hips and pulls me towards him, pressing me into his hard cock.
    Letting out a growl, Damon begins kissing down my neck, nipping along the way. He spreads my legs wider and thrusts against me. I'm not wearing any underwear so the move has my naked core open to him.
    His hand runs up to the nape of my neck and wraps my hair around his fist gently, tugging so my chin juts up into the air and my eyes are staring directly into his.
    “You are so fucking beautiful, you take my breath away Ella.”
    I can’t help but blush at his words. I love how much he loves me and that he feels the same way I do. I don’t think I will ever have enough of him.
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