Chapter 85

From the corner of my eye, I watched Damian standing to the side, observing the little boy. I hadn't allowed Luca to take the boy away, despite Demon's orders, and he'd been sulking ever since.

"You're a cutie," I gushed, pinching the little boy's cheek. He smiled and kissed me.

Before I could react, I heard a growl and turned to glare at Damon. The little boy ran into my arms, crying.

"Damon, you're scaring him," I muttered through clenched teeth. He scoffed.

"He should be scared. How dare he kiss you?" he retorted. I rolled my eyes.

"He's a kid. Don't intimidate him. Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be in your room? It's getting late," I murmured, calming the boy before carrying him.

Damon watched silently. After the boy fell asleep, I put him in bed, covered him, and turned to Damon with a frown.

"Why are you still here?" I murmured softly. Instead of replying, he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room.

"What are you—" Before I could finish, he kissed me. I wanted to fight him—I was still angry—but my body gave in.

I kissed him back with equal intensity, moaning when his fingers touched my bare skin.

"We can't…" I trailed off. He growled.

"We can." He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me. I didn't realize where we were until he set me down in his office.

"Why are we here?" I asked. He leaned close.

"I want to have sex with you here, Clara," he muttered, spreading my legs.

"No," I murmured. He frowned.

"Why?" he asked. I sighed, pouting.

"Because you've been neglecting me since the festival, but now you're horny, you suddenly remember I exist," I said. He stared at me, then kissed my nose.

"I was cooped up because of you, to keep you from getting hurt. But if it bothers you, I'll let Luca handle it. Will that make you happy?" My eyes widened. I nodded, and he smiled.

"Then we can start planning a real wedding. I want to make you my Luna as soon as possible, preferably before the next full moon," he said. I bit my lip as his eyes darted to my lips.

"Okay, that sounds good. You can fuck me now," I murmured. He chuckled.

"Gladly, wife. And I won't stop until your legs shake." And he meant it. Within minutes, I was moaning loudly. My legs shook as Damon relentlessly made love to me, his lips sucking on my nipples.

"Damon!" I cried out as I reached climax, my seventh time that night. My body trembled, but Damon didn't seem finished, despite having climaxed three times already.

"Damon, please, I can't take it anymore," I pleaded. He turned me over on the table, my rear facing him.

"You can, baby," he murmured, thrusting into me.

After another hour of intense pleasure, Damon finally stopped. We lay on the couch in his office, breathing heavily. I rested my head on his chest, tracing circles.

"When do you want to have the wedding?" I asked, looking up at him.

"As soon as possible. I'll ask Delilah to take you to the best wedding gown designer. You deserve the best as my wife," he murmured. I grinned and kissed him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? If we get married again, you can't get rid of me," I murmured. He raised an eyebrow.

"You should be the one trying to get rid of me, little devil. I'm becoming more obsessed with you every day. The problem is, you can never get rid of me," he murmured. I grinned.

"I never wanted to," I replied, kissing him again before resting my head on his chest. I fell asleep.

I woke to a tree branch hitting a window. Damon was still asleep. I carefully got up, covered him with a blanket, and looked around. The office was a mess. Since I wasn't sleepy, I decided to clean.

After getting dressed, I cleaned until four in the morning. I went back to the couch, slept on Damon's chest, and was woken by his angry voice.

"What the fuck happened here?!" he yelled. I opened my eyes sleepily.

"What's going on?" I asked. He stood in the middle of the office in his underwear.

"Where are all my files? Where is everything?" he demanded. I frowned, sitting up.

"You mean the files on the desk? They…"

"Not just that, Clara! Everything! Why is everything cleaned up?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I thought I'd help clean, and I put the important things…"

"You had no right to touch anything, Clara! Everything's a mess! I put important things where I could easily find them, and you messed it up!" he muttered angrily. I frowned and stood.

"But I put the important things I saw in the drawers here…" I started to open a drawer when he grabbed my hand.

"Get out now!" he said through clenched teeth. I stared at him, wide-eyed.

"But…"

"Now!" he yelled. I glared at him, yanking my hand away.

"Gladly."