When Damien pays, we drive home. The car is filled with palpable tension, both of us thinking the same things, both of our minds dirty in their own way.

As I lean over the seat and caress his hard cock with my hand, Damien groans loudly.

I smile to myself and bite my lip when an idea strikes me. I start unbuckling his pants and Damien starts breathing faster. "Brooke, holy shit, what are you going?"

I bring his zipper down and pull his briefs down enough to free his, what looks like painfully hard, cock, taking it in my hand and licking my lips. "I might not be on my knees as you wanted me to, but it'll still be a blow-job."

Damien curses profusely and I unbuckle myself. I smile and lean down to lick the pre-cum that makes the head of his cock glisten in the street lights we're passing by.

His hips buckle under me and I let him get used to the touch, taking him in my mouth slowly. Damien's hand tangles in my hair as he pushes my head down. "Brooke, baby, that's so fucking good," Damien croons, his voice strained, his muscles taut.

I hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeper, sinking down as far as I can go, feeling his head hitting my throat and I almost gag. I go back up and take him out of my mouth, planting kisses on him from the balls all the way up to his head where I softly nibble on it, creating a small suction with my mouth.

"Fuck! That's so amazing, I can't even see straight."

His hand pushes me down on him yet again. "Suck it fast and hard, baby. I've been wanting to feel your wet mouth around my cock for so long. I'm not going to last long."

I do as I'm told, being a good girl and all that. I suck him so hard that the wet noises can be heard in the car. I do it fast, my head bobbing up and down on his enormous cock. I have to help with my hand, but I can't even wrap it fully around him.

"Fucking hell, that's good," Damien hisses, his grip on my hair tightening. I know he's close by how much his thigh muscles clench under my hand.

The first spurts of his come take me by surprise, but I keep him in my mouth and swallow. His release is long and hard, confirming that it's been a really long time for him.

When I pull back and look at him, he looks drained with his one arm dropped over the steering wheel, his eyes trying to stay focused on the road. "You could get us both killed," Damien says.

"What a beautiful death that would be," I muse, rolling my lips together and wiping my mouth, still tasting him.

Damien gives me a wolfish grin, trying to buckle himself up and gain his posture. "I still want you on your knees."

I huff and shake my head, laughing, because I know he's joking. "Who says there'll be a repeat?"

"Oh, there will be. You can be sure of that because I already am."

"Of course you are, you're a man," I comment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Damien almost whines.

I shrug innocently, looking at my nails. "Brooke," Damien says. We're almost at our building now.

"Damien," I say back, smiling nonchalantly.

As Damien parks his car, he looks me and rakes his eyes up and down my body, stopping at my bare legs. I try not to shift uncomfortably under his stare, but I rake my own eyes all over his body in an appreciative gesture. He's a nice-looking man, hot to die for and I know he knows it by how comfortable he is in his skin.

I smile to myself as I exit the car and Damien follows, shaking his head at me. "And there I wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, especially after the spectacular blow-job I received from you." He winks.

I chuckle. "Ah, nonsense. We both know you're not a gentleman. Who did you want to fool?"

Damien purses his lips before he puts his hand low on my back and pulls me to his side, pressing his lips to my temple and then resting his nose there, breathing me in. My heart speeds up at the intimacy he offers me, the butterflies fluttering in my stomach like crazy. I never get butterflies in my stomach.

He leads us up the stairs and when we come to my flat, I turn to him, saying, "Thank you, it's been a lovely evenin-"

I screech when Damien suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Oh, no you don't," Damien warns. "We're going to my flat and we're going to fuck until the morning."

Damien sneaks his hand under my skirt and touches my damp panties, grunting as he pushes his fingers under and slowly inserting his finger in me, testing how wet I am for him. In the middle of the stairs. While still walking. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You've missed me as much as I've missed you, didn't you, moro?"

My pussy clenches around his finger at his words. I'm aroused beyond words. "Damien, someone could see," I grunt, my hands gripping his lean hips, feeling the hard flesh under the clothes.

Damien pushes another finger inside in response and I can't help the moan that escapes me. That feels good.

He has to pull his fingers out and I clench myself around him and groan in protest, gripping his dress shirt in my hands. His chuckle rings against the walls. "Patience, you'll get my cock soon," he says, the teasing bastard.

I ball my hand in a fist and punch his back.

When we get inside, Damien walks me to his bedroom and throws me on the bed. "You have three seconds to undress before I rip your dress apart."

I blink at him. "Wha-" Before I can even finish it, Damien is on me, tearing my dress apart, exposing my body, covered only in a bra and panties now. "Oh. That wasn't three seconds."

"I can't wait a second more," Damien grits out, running his eyes all over me, not miss a single spot. "Fuck me, you really have an amazing body, Brooke."

I bite my lip as his hands start kneading my breasts. His mouth comes on mine, harsh and fast and very demanding, moving against me like he's a starved man. I move my lips against his with the same enthusiasm, because, damn it, he's not the only one starving.

Damien growls lowly, his hand going down to my panties now as I try to work off his clothes. I'm not patient enough to unbutton his dress shirt, so I rip it apart, sending the buttons flying across the bed and room. I don't mind it and neither does Damien.

Damien pushes his finger inside of me again and I stop unbuckling his pants for a moment, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. I'm so aroused for this man it feels like I'm going to burst if he doesn't fuck me soon. I'm literally on fire, burning for his touch.

The lust is driving us both, our movements are hasty and quick. I'm trying to get those pants off his legs but they won't go down. "For fuck's sake, Damien, get rid of those pants before I hurt you," I hiss impatiently.

"You seem a little ... impatient, agapi."

I try to glare at him, but he pushes another finger inside of me and my mouth parts open in a silent moan. I'm completely drenched and Damien's eyes fall hooded when he feels it. I grip down on his fingers, not letting him go out if he wanted to. "Gamóto," Damien hisses. "I can't wait anymore," Damien says urgently.

He unbuckles his pants and removes them along with his underwear. My greedy eyes look at him whole. I put my palms on his defined abs because I can't help myself while staring at his huge cock greeting me. God, I've missed him and his Greek body. So fucking much.

Damien takes a pack of condoms out of his drawer, still unopened, and he takes one out, rolling it on his shaft. I watch it, squirming on the bed. I'm aching for him, literally feeling physical pain because I want him so badly.

Those years didn't do anything to help my yearning for him die down, if anything, they only increased it. And his body ... Man, his body got even better. His muscles are even more defined, his flesh is hard under my fingers, not an ounce of fat on him. That is one healthy male that's currently covering my body.

"I can't fucking wait to be inside of you. My cock is spending the night in your greedy pussy."

My stomach clenches at his words and I let out a long exhale. I'm really starting to get crazy for this man and everything he does and says.

Damien kisses me again, kissing my lips, my neck and going down to take my nipple in his mouth, biting down on it and dragging it out with his teeth.

"That's so fucking hot," I ask, completely mesmerised and focused on what he's doing.

Damien looks at me from under his lashes and smiles, knowing the effect he has on me.

He grips his cock and lines it at my entrance. My hips shift on themselves, pushing up towards him, trying to take him in. Damien's face is starting to glisten with sweat and his eyebrows are drawn together. He's completely focused on the task.

He slowly pushes his cock inside of me, stretching me to accommodate him. He looks me straight in the eyes while doing so, both of our mouths parted. I grip his biceps, the emotions swimming inside of my body. Yearning. Lust. Happiness. Love. Oh, God, so much love.

I almost start crying at feeling this connection with him again, at doing this again after three years.

Damien probably sees the change on my face because he leans down and frames my face with his hands, pressing his lips on mine, softly, tenderly. He's kissing me until he's all the way inside of me and only then he leans down towards my shoulder, letting out a loud groan of pure pleasure.

"You feel so good. So goddamned good, Brooke," Damien grits out, exhaling against my hot neck.

I put my hand on the back of his neck, holding him close to me, closing my eyes in the pleasure of just feeling him inside of me. I've never felt like that, no other man could make me feel like Damien does. "I love you, Damien," I choke out suddenly. I'm overwhelmed with emotions and I can't keep it inside anymore.

"Fuck, baby," Damien says, moving his lips back on mine again as his hips start moving finally, rocking in and out of me, slowly at first so he doesn't hurt me and so I get used to him. He's bigger than anyone I've had and that says something. "I love you, too. You know that, don't you?"

My chest wants to split open and let out my heart that desperately wants to escape out. Oh, dear God. I pull his head down, kissing him with every emotion I'm currently feeling.

Damien's hips move faster, harder. He lifts one of my legs higher around his waist so he can go deeper. His headboard is moving against the wall, making loud noises, the slapping of our skin is loud, mixed with our moans and groans.

Damien circles his hips, his pelvis moving against my clit and my pussy clenches around him. Damien lets out an animalistic groan, dropping his head and biting my collarbone.

He drops down on his forearms, placing them on the either side of me.

And then he goes crazy, fucking me in the most primal definition of the word, making me scream out his name, which he really likes. And then I'm clawing his back as an orgasm hits me suddenly, rocking my world.

I close my eyes because I can't see anything when I have them open, anyway. It's that good. I'm falling, the waves of pleasure keep hitting me until I lay on the bed, satisfied and blissful.

I feel Damien kissing down my neck, his mouth hot, his touch possessive. "Dikos mou," Damien growls. "You're mine."

I nod my head vigorously. "I'm yours. All yours."

That pushes Damien over the edge and he comes with a low growl of my name, his head nuzzling in my neck. I feel him pulsing inside of me and it almost makes me come again.

Damien lays on top of me, careful to hold his weight off my body so he doesn't crush me. "You know I'm never letting you go now, right?" Damien asks out of a sudden, lifting his head to look at me.

My heart skips a beat in my chest at his raw look, his soul completely barred. "The last time you made a promise like that, you disappeared on me," I say with a dry throat, trying not to cry. Fuck, why am I so damn emotional?

Damien shakes his head. "This is not a promise. It's a statement. And I'm telling you I'm not going anywhere."

"No, you aren't. If you go, I'll come after you, I'll find you and cut your balls off."

Damien lets out a chuckle, his chest vibrating. He slides out of me and suddenly starts moving down my body, his eyes glistening with dirty promises. "You know we both have work tomorrow, right?"

Damien shrugs. "Call in sick."

"No," I huff. Just to defy him.

Damien's eyes spark dangerously. "Until the morning, Brooke. And that is a promise," Damien promises, placing a kiss on my stomach before he moves his head between my legs, his hands holding my breasts. At the feel of the first flick of his skilful tongue, my head falls back against the pillow in defeat, already knowing I'm not leaving this bed for a long, long time. 

It's a wrap! This is the last chapter, guys. Only epilogue coming now and then this series is completely finished!