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The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the faint amber wash of a single lamp. Damian's arms come around you from behind, his solid chest a wall of heat against your spine. His fingertips drift across the plane of your stomach, sketching slow, secret promises. His exhale ghosts warm over the shell of your ear. "Come on, darling," he murmurs, the words frayed at the edges with feeling. "I want so badly to see a little piece of you—or me—running through these rooms." He turns you gently to face him, and the unshed tears make his pale eyes shine like moons. "What do you say, you?"