Chapter 66 - Damon
"What are we going to do about Liam's mother?" Delilah murmured. I glanced down at Clara, sleeping soundly in my arms. I'd originally brought Liam's mother so she could kneel before Clara and beg for mercy, but Clara was too vulnerable; it wasn't something she needed now.
"Tell Luca to keep her in the dungeons without food or water. When Clara is better, we'll see her," I murmured. Delilah nodded and left the room. I was finally alone with Clara. My mother had left with Aunt Amelia as soon as Clara fell asleep; the two had immediately bonded.
Clara groaned slightly, shifting before settling down. I stared at her, memorizing her features. She was breathtaking, and she was mine. I kissed the tip of her nose before getting comfortable. After a while, I fell asleep, awakened only by a crashing sound. I opened my eyes slowly, frowning when I noticed Clara wasn't in my arms. How had she moved without me noticing? I must have been very tired.
I turned toward the noise and saw Clara standing by the mirror, a broken vase at her feet. What shocked me wasn't the broken vase, but the pillow she held against her stomach, mimicking a pregnancy bump.
"I would have looked so good with a bump, don't you think?" she asked softly, still staring in the mirror, ignoring the broken vase.
"Don't move, baby, you'll hurt yourself," I murmured, jumping up and rushing to her. I picked her up, carried her away from the broken glass, and set her down in bed before calling for the nurses.
"What happened? Did you drop the vase?" I asked softly, examining her for injuries. I sighed, seeing cuts on her legs.
"It fell," she murmured softly. "You hurt yourself," I murmured as the nurses entered. I showed them the vase and asked for a first-aid kit.
"I'm okay, they don't hurt," she murmured. I tilted my head. "I don't care if they don't hurt; I care that you're injured," I murmured, then frowned at the pillow protruding from her stomach.
"I just wanted to see what I'd look like. I'll take it out now," she said, removing the pillow and throwing it on the bed. I stared at her, her empty eyes breaking my heart. The Clara I knew always had mischief in her eyes—bright, full of life. Now…it was just emptiness.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, caressing her cheek. She sighed, shaking her head as tears fell. "No, I lost our child, Damon. It's going to take a while before I get over it," she murmured. I kissed her lips.
"We'll get through it together. It was unfortunate, but I don't want to dwell on it. I have to be strong for you. It's okay to be sad, to cry, to mourn. Maybe after you get better, we can make another one," I joked, and she scoffed.
"We can't just make another one, Damon," she murmured. I smiled. "We can. We just have to have sex every day, and that sounds like a dream to me. We'll make another one, and this time, we'll protect him or her with our lives," I murmured. She nodded.
"We can start now," she murmured, trailing a hand down my chest. I felt my penis twitch. It felt like years since I'd been with her.
"Now's not the best time; you're not fully healed yet. The doctor said you need rest," I murmured, grabbing her hand. She frowned. "You can be gentle," she said, and I chuckled. "Baby, you know I'm anything but gentle," I murmured.
The nurse arrived with the first-aid kit. I cleaned Clara's cuts while they cleaned the mess. After they left, I urged Clara to rest, but she was stubborn. "I'm not tired, and my head hurts from lying down too long. I want to speak with Aunt Amelia. You brought her here?" she asked. I nodded slowly. "She was worried about you, and I knew her presence would make you feel better," I murmured. She nodded. "It did, thank you," she replied softly, and I kissed her lips.
"We'll have a better wedding, a real one this time, and I'll finally make you my Luna. I want us to be official, you by my side. I've already moved your things back into our mansion, but you no longer have a room because you'll be staying in mine—our bedroom now," I murmured. She raised an eyebrow.
"Don't I get a say anymore? Besides, I didn't say I agreed to be with you again, and I like that house, so I think I'll stay on my own," she muttered. I rolled my eyes. "Very funny. I already told you, you're mine now. You can't get rid of me that easily," I murmured. She rolled her eyes. "I don't belong to you, and I'm free to do whatever I want," she said, folding her arms stubbornly. I sighed. "Stop being stubborn, or I'll burn down that house, and you'll never get to go there again," I murmured. She gasped dramatically. "Did you just threaten me?" she asked. I chuckled. "It's not a threat, it's a warning. Say you'll be with me," I murmured. She pursed her lips. "No."
I kissed her lips. "Say you'll be with me," I murmured again. I could hear her heart beating faster. "No," she muttered. Still stubborn? I reached under her gown, slowly trailing my fingers up her thighs until I felt the heat emanating from her core. "Say you'll be with me, and I'll finger you," I murmured, placing my fingers on her already wet panties. My penis twitched painfully, but I ignored it.
"You…you said we couldn't have sex," she stuttered. I smirked. "Yes, but I never said I couldn't finger you. Say you'll be mine, and you'll be with me, and I'll let you find your release. But if you don't…" I trailed off, slowly beginning to move my fingers when she grabbed my hand.
"I'll be with you, I'll start over with you," she murmured, staring intently at me. My heart began to thump. "And?" I urged. "And I'm yours," she said instantly. I grinned, pushed her panties aside, and as soon as my fingers touched her clitoris, she let out a moan. We groaned together as my erection intensified. "And I'm yours as well."
This revised version addresses grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure for improved clarity and flow. It also replaces some explicit wording with less graphic descriptions while maintaining the overall meaning.