Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 179: Mine, Forever.

Chapter 179: Mine, Forever.

She nodded, and his hands moved to the laces of her gown—slow, careful, trembling. As if asking her again, silently, for permission.

She kissed him.

That was his answer.

When her dress slid from her shoulders and pooled at her waist, his eyes darkened—but he didn’t move to touch her yet. He just looked.

As though seeing her was the most sacred thing he’d ever done.

"You’re so beautiful it hurts," he said, voice thick. "And I don’t know how I ever became a man who could hurt you."

His words settled over her like silk, both soothing and unbearable. Olivia’s throat tightened, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. She simply looked at him—at the man whose hands shook as he touched her like she was something sacred, something he feared might vanish again.

"You didn’t know me then," she whispered, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "And I didn’t know this version of you either. Maybe... that’s why we never had a chance."

His hand moved to rest gently over her heart. "Then let this life be our chance."

Tears blurred her vision, and she kissed him to hide them. This kiss was different—slower, filled with the ache of years lost, the weight of truth and forgiveness. His mouth moved with reverence against hers, like he was trying to breathe her in.

His hands caressed her skin like it was parchment, something fragile, his thumbs tracing along her ribs and waist, learning her. Every part of her he touched was done with silent awe, as though he were making a vow with his fingertips.

"You still tremble," he said softly, lips trailing over her jaw.

"I’m scared," she admitted. "Of how much I want this. Of how easily I could lose it."

"You won’t." His hands slid to her hips, grounding her, anchoring her to the moment. "I swear to you, Olivia, I will never leave you. And no one ever can harm you."

Her hands tangled in his hair as she kissed him deeply, desperately—pouring her fear, her hope, her need into it. And Damon took it all, held it, carried it like it was his own.

He changed their positions by parting her legs and placing himself between them instead. This position made their bodies press more intimately and a silent moan rose to her throat. No one had ever touched her bare thigh before and as his fingers brushed against her inner thigh she jerked involuntarily. His lips brushed her breast leaving the tip to grow harder she shuddered at the intensity of it. Moans escaped her lips like prayers and he answered them.

She grasped his silky hair and the sheets in a desperate attempt to... She wasn’t even sure what she wanted at this point.

When he finally entered her, she felt strange. It filled her but it did not fill her at the same time. Hardly she opened her eyes to see his face and a smirk there.

"Do you think I am that small?" he smirked and only then did she notice it was his finger.

"You are not prepared yet."he added with a kiss and she closed her eyes. It was already too much. She did not know if she would be prepared for it ever.

He stroked her insides in circles that made her grow tighter and tighter with need until it was almost painful. She felt empty inside, her walls clenching, her body seeking to be touched but the fingers did not fill the emptiness and she realized she wanted him. She writhed again, her face covered in sweat.

"Please!" she begged not knowing what it was. Heis heart skipped a beat as he looked at her unsure.

"I love you." he whispered." and then the fingers were gone. The ache would kill her slowly. She opened her eyes to beg him again for the release when she saw it and her eyes widened with horror.

"That is not going to fit!" It was huge. Too huge for her small hole.

He looked embarrassed but he hid it.

"You are wet enough for me. I am sure you can manage. But if you want to stop.." he looked as if he did not know how to continue and she gulped.

She closed her eyes again. A tremor went through her entire body awakening every nerve. "It was painful! It was pleasurable. She did not know what she was feeling anymore.

"Are you in.." her voice was shaky and she did not dare to open her eyes.

"Mmm, halfway there.." half! She gasped, looking shocked but he stroked her breasts and slowly her body wanted more, opened for her and she felt the push again.

"Aah!" The pain intensified and he froze.

"Do you want me to.. Come out?" His voice was shaky. She knew he was suffering too. She slowly shook her head.

"No, I want you!" he nodded and slowly moved inside. She held the sheets tightly. Her body tensed again.

He noticed and moved his fingers and he began to stroke the sensitive throbbing nub between her thighs and desire spiraled through her. She bit her lip to stop any sound from leaving her mouth.

"I am slowly moving now." he told her and she nodded. "You can touch me if you want..."

it was slow—so slow she could feel every inch of him, every heartbeat, every ragged breath. His forehead pressed against hers, eyes shut tight.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he murmured. "Tell me if it hurts."

"You’re the only thing that doesn’t," she whispered.

He exhaled a shaky breath and began to move—unhurried, tender, as though each motion was a promise. Their bodies found a rhythm shaped by shared grief and silent yearning. She clung to him, gasping his name as their movements deepened, intensified—still careful, still reverent, but more desperate now, more raw.

"I never thought we would be together," she whispered into his neck.

"You found me," he murmured. "Even after everything. You still chose me."

He kissed her, and the kiss broke something open—something neither of them had the strength to hold anymore. Her body arched against his as the strokes increased, making her feel like her body would soon erupt. She was getting closer to the edge but right when she thought she would fall,Their rhythm faltered, lips gasping for air and touch and more. Her cries echoed softly in the firelit room, and Damon swallowed every one like a secret.

He held her like a man holding the only thing left after the end of the world.

And when they finally reached the edge together, it wasn’t an end—it was a rebirth.

Olivia collapsed against him, her body still trembling in the aftermath, and he wrapped himself around her like a shield.

They stayed like that—forehead to forehead, breath syncing again, hearts still pounding in time.

Her fingers traced lazy circles along his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his bare chest.

"Now you are mine, forever."