Damon's POV
The drive home seemed interminable. My mind raced with suspicions of my father's machinations, convinced he was plotting to sabotage what Maya and I had built together. I needed a strategy to counter whatever he might attempt. The visit to my parents had accomplished nothing positive. Now, an irrational dread of losing my little one consumed me, intensifying my longing for her presence.
I arrived at our apartment tense and on edge. She was waiting, dinner already prepared on the table. Without uttering a single word, I seized her by the waist, lifted her from the ground, and kissed her urgently—desperately—my heart heavy with unspoken fears. She matched my intensity, wrapping her legs around my waist as she returned the kiss.
My mind went blank except for one overwhelming desire—to be inside her, to feel her as mine completely. I pinned her against the wall, consumed by urgent need.
