[Cara]Damon’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, and our tongues dance together.He slides his hand down my waist to cup my ass, drawing up the hem of my nightshift until he reaches bare skin. His fingers knead my flesh, digging into my plump ass, leaving a slight sting from his assaults from yesterday’s ride. Though it doesn’t hurt, albeit it only amplified the amorous sensation skirting my body.My arms wrap around his neck, gasping as I press my body into his incredibly hard one, opening my mouth wide under his and welcoming his euphoric invasion.My self-consciousness about how bad my breath is faded into the thin morning mist. I shivered, not from the cold weather surrounding us but against him, even though his heat wrapped the warm air around me. He grips my ass and yanks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him while clinging to him like a koala. Fuck, he’s so strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, he isn’t even straining as we continue to kiss. The
[Cara]What he said made my heart skip a beat, but my head was too clouded to even understand what he meant and before I could even respond. Damon covers me on top, squashing my tits, and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist without being told what to do, and his fully erect shaft rubs against my pussy. The linen fabric of the blanket tangled around my legs, the material skidding on my skin. The smell of my own arousal heightened my senses and I could taste the bittersweet essence of myself in his mouth. But surrounded by the white noise created by heavy rain and thunder makes the entire moment more sensual and intimate. I never enjoyed the rain more and did not think of this. It’s like each beating of the wind lashing against the window glass plays an intense rhythmic song just for us to dance. Damon kisses every bit of me he can reach, his lips and tongue flitting over my skin, running down the slope of my throat. I squirm beneath each touch, each brush of skin against skin.
[Cara]He puts his tongue back into my lips and kisses me till I’m drunk with him, never breaking stride as he continues to pound inside of me. He stooping down and kissing me like this makes me feel like I’m about to pass out. His lips go to nibble my ear and then down my neck as he teases me, which results in shivers all over my body and nipples that are so hard they might cut into his chest. He lets go of one of his hands holding onto my hips and resumes tittering with the other hand playing with my tits. He can’t seem to keep his hands off them. And I welcome each tweak, pinch, and pluck like the strumming of guitar chords.But I want more. I want him deeper and deeper.I locked my legs around him, keeping him plunged so deep. I rolled us so that I was on top. I leaned down to kiss him and then started to roll my hips. He pulls my torso down, so my tits hang in his face, then he takes turns sucking each of my nipples. I groan and grind down on him faster. The position makes it s
[3rd POV—Damon]Cara tensed. Her entire body went rigid, and while Damon was still deeply embedded inside her, he could feel her skin becoming cold with dread.The once amorous atmosphere was gone, and the chilly weather had now seemed through the room, significantly dropping the temperature.Fuck Davien! He curses under his breath, listening to his brother’s joyous laughter fading down the hall.Whatever it is that made him barge unannounced in here rather be important, or else, he swore, he’s going to kill him.Damon leaned down, kissing the center of her spine, hoping to ease the tension wrapping around her. She was trembling, her wide eyes still riveted on their reflection on the glass pane. It took her a second before everything dawned on her, and she started kicking him out of her, but he held her down.“No, please stay still.”But knowing how obstinate she could be, of course, she butted and tried to turn away. “Fuck! Damon, Davien just saw us!”“I know, just…keep still.” He gr
[3rd POV—Damon]Davien’s optimism suddenly dampens, and then his face turns sour, frowning upon realizing that he isn’t going to get the answer he wants. Like a child denied buying his favorite toy. “Come on, I was happy, you know.”He had been ranting about for a while now about how he wanted me to have a child and what it meant to have that kind of responsibility.“I can’t afford to have a child right now, Davien.”Not when danger lurks around every corner of their lives and while Burson is free, wreaking havoc. Not only that, but he also has Cara to look after. She’ll be vulnerable and become an easy target.“Look, I am here.” Davien raises his hand while pointing to himself. “I’ll make sure she or he will be sheltered and safe while you kick some ass.”Does he really think it would be that easy?There were far too many aspects to take into consideration. Cara, most importantly, her well-being is on top priority. If she ever wanted to have a baby. It’s her body, and as much as how
[3rd POV—Someone]A woman’s loud moans reverberated into the four-cornered office. Various high-caliber guns and other types of weapons were decorating along the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco and sex lingered humidly in the air.“Aaaaah!”A large centennial wooden oak desk was set in the center, and on top of it was a naked woman, gripping tightly on the edges while a man’s face was subbed between her thighs, rough tongue painfully assaulting her clit. His teeth clamped over her clit and drew it until the tender flesh tightened like a rubber band. Two fingers are pumping in and out vigorously into her lubricated hole so deep that it hurts.The woman cried, gasping and moaning, this time in pain and pleasure. Her entire body trembling, her knees bent up, heels digging into the leather armchair behind the desks.“Dat klopt, hoer. Kreun voor me!” (That’s right, whore. Moan for me!) The man exasperatedly growled, pulling out his hands and bringing them down to smack her on her tendere
[Cara]I don’t know where I should begin to describe the humiliation that is currently permeating every part of my body. That despite the fact that the door was closed, I was still able to see the ghost of Davien laughing at us while humping over in the most obscene way.Gosh, if only I held the power to make the earth crack into half and swallow me whole, I could have done it already by now.My face still burns red while my cunt throbs from the most amazing morning sex I ever had. The shame was gnawing at me from the inside out and pouring out from every bit of my pore.As much as Damon tries to assure me that everything is going to be okay, I highly doubt that. I could only imagine Davien holding up a megaphone and announcing to everyone he met what he just saw. He’s a complete jerk, the two of them.Oh, God.What should I do?I can’t go anywhere. It’s raining cats and dogs. The thought of driving in this weather increases a higher risk of accidents on the road.“No, Cara.” I gasped
[3rd POV—Nancy]It was already past dusk when the rain finally stopped pouring just in time for the last movie they had set up for the whole day to come to a conclusion.“Wow, that was insane,” Cara exclaimed exuberantly as she flicked the lights on while nibbling some popcorn leftovers.“Right? I never could have predicted the ending right and it turned out to be much more satisfying than I had anticipated. We should watch that again.” Nancy stood up, stretching her arms over her head, and bent her back before she picked up the empty soda cans littering on the floor.The time flew by faster than the wind, and when she flicked her gaze on her wristwatch, she was surprised to see it was getting late. They spend the entire day hogging inside Damon’s theatre room, which is all worth it.“It was almost eight. I should get going.”Cara whips her quizzical gaze at what she said, one brow lifting. “Aren’t you going to stay for dinner?”Nancy thought about it for a moment, considering her fri
[Damon] ***Ten years later...*** I run my thumb over her lips the slides my fingers into her hairline, gripping her close as much as I can while she moves on top of me, grinding and taking me inside her.God, I love this woman with all my heart. It fucking hurts like I am going to explode.Right inside her.Her back arches, and her hair falls down her spine as she rides me, and I lean back on my elbow, holding her hip.Fuck, baby. I groan.“God, Damon,” Cara whimpers, her knees on my side trembling.She digs her nails into my shoulders and comes in, kissing me, her taste and heat making my fucking head spin. This was the second time in six hours. She, climbing on top of me and stirring me awake at the crack of dawn just ten minutes ago.How easily I stir for her, though. My beautiful wife.Ten years.A decade has passed since that night.Yet, I still couldn't believe the vision I had with her had now come true.We are now living in a two-story house. A picket white fence and a centen
[Cara]He was frantic and disoriented from having the sack on his head. He lists too much and fights the bonds on his wrist.“Get them out of here and make sure their mouths are sealed before I will,” Damon instructed a few of the armed men to get the catering crew out of here. His threats are resolute, and I'm sure as hell that if one of them squeaks, that would be the very last sound they make.A shudder ran down my spine, but it wasn't for the horrible thought of what Damon might do to the poor catering crews, but mainly to the man’s hysterical blue eyes glued on me. A momentary surprise registered on his face upon seeing me, but then he was back wrestling with his binds.The vivid anger in me burns the back of my throat, seeing my father's face as well as the one responsible for his death. He tries to talk, but the gag on his mouth shuts him up. Salvatore unceremoniously rips the fabric off his mouth and grabs his head by the hair.“C-Cara?” He sputtered, recovering his breath.“
[Cara]I felt comfortable and confident with the dress I chose. It was a tight-fitted tube with a chromatic effect that changes hues when the light hits it. Though I topped it up with a white pea coat, covering Damon’s bite marks was glowing in brilliant red on the skin on my shoulders.My make was already done, and I just let my hair hang in its natural curls, cascading down to my waist, then paired it with black Louboutin shoes with rhinestones lining around the pointed heels.I was staring at my reflection in the mirror for one final glance as I eased my nerves. Just then, the doorbell chimes, and the raging dread fire starts again and coils in my gut.Damon says it's going to be fine, and I trust him. However, I am not worried about this man, but rather the information he brings us. A knock came through the door on cue, and Damon’s voice followed. “Cara, my love.”It’s going to be fine. I tell myself and take a deep breath. Traipsing across the room and opening the door.“I’m don
[Cara]I was fidgeting my fingers as I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to contain my raging nerves and needles pricking at my throat, making it hard to swallow.Damon assures me that everything is going to be fine, but is it going to be?He invited Salvatore Servantes to his home, or should I say his penthouse. Yes, we haven't been back to his glass mansion or he lets me go with my mom when she says she's going back home. He didn't even allow me to return to my condo.It's only the two of us, but it will be soon that Salvatore comes ringing the doorbells.Damon is true to his words when he says he will let this guy who ordered to kill Henry come over and dine with us.Perforation rigged into my large almond eyes as my gaze traveled down to my chest, to tiny scars above the swell of my breasts, and disappeared underneath my bra. The tip of my fingers unconsciously brushes over the small lump of a scar on my side. Mentally counting the stitches and cursing Burson’s soul to rot in
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.The air was thick with the stale smell of after-sex, their naked bodies were entangled in a comfortable way, and both of their breathing was in perfect harmony. She was sprawled atop him, her breasts squished on his ribs. The side of her cheek pressed to his chest just above where his heart softly pounding. As though it was the last sound she was listening to that lulled her to sleep.Damon carefully cleared the golden tresses veiling on her beautiful face, his index trailing the fine bridge of her nose. Her eyes fluttered from his touch as though, even though, through her sleep, she could still recognize him. He stilled for a moment when she stirred,
[Cara] He motioned to his tenting arousal and didn’t need to elaborate on what he wanted me to do. My entire system seemed to know as well what he needed.I unzipped his trousers and took out his agonizingly hot, stiff, turgid cock. He pushed my head slightly so the tip of the rested cock rested on my lower lip, the weight of it making me pout. Damon stared down at me as though he appeared to be waiting for me to act. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he gently pulled me back so my throat was almost perfectly aligned, a straight passage from my mouth to my stomach, and my spine bent downwards with my breasts hanging hefty just above the sheets.Instinctively, my mouth opened, and his cock slipped in, resting heavily on my tongue as the salty tang wrapped around my taste buds. I have a small mouth and the bulk of his shaft still surprises me even though this wasn’t the first time I’ve given him a blowjob.Damon began stroking my hair softly.Moving his hips as he began to feed his shaft s
[Cara] When I believed I had already gotten the hang of repressing my feelings, I found out otherwise. Damon was precisely like a wrecking ball, crashing through the thick walls I had built and reducing them to dust in the process. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I turned my gaze around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. However, the manly scent that permeated my nostrils reminded me so much of him, and I immediately knew this room was his.Maybe one of his properties.I sigh, feeling the heaviness on my chest weighing me down. “I'm sorry.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth while in my head, chanting apologies for the foolishness railed in my thoughts. “I am so sorry.”How selfish could I have been? My gaze zeroed in on my fingers, fidgeting on my lap. They had already taken me out of my gown and changed me into a red satin night shift.A deep growl resonated in his chest as he hooked his index around my chin, tilting my head up. Dark eyes bu
[Cara] Damon was about to attack Henry, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He was still clutching the gun that he had taken from me, and I have no doubt that he won't think twice about putting a bullet in Henry's head. Damon came to a standstill and focused his perplexed gaze on me for a moment.“He made you cry,” he grumbled, his irritation clearly visible on his face and the stench of liquor oozing from his breath as he spoke.He had been drinking before he came here. He must have been stressed out with me leaving so abruptly without saying a word to him or explaining why I just did that.I breathe deeply, feeling completely spent. “He did, and he’s going to pay for what he did.” My focus shifts to Henry as I try to rein in my rage before it consumes me completely once more. “But not right now.”I have enough for this day—too much information I didn't know how to handle.“Cara,” Henry uttered my name in a hushed tone that was hardly inaudible due to the sound of the chopper's blades
[Cara]I was so angry I didn't realize that I had destroyed all the things inside Henry's office. The table’s a wreck, the chairs been upturned and one leg was broken. The stack of documents piled on the table scattered the floor, and shards of broken glasses hazardously littered the floor.“Cara, please calm down before you hurt yourself.” I snapped my vicious attention to Henry, glaring daggers at him. Honestly, I was surprised by his imperturbability, as though he wasn’t dealing with an unhinged woman who was on the verge of madness.Which, unfortunately, turns out to be me.He raises his hands in surrender, yet he keeps inching closer to me. “Let’s talk this over.”Is this man making me laugh? “Talk?” I scoffed, looking at him indignantly. He wanted to talk? If he did, he could have done it long before he discovered he had a long-lost twin brother and introduced himself to us. But no, he only chose to reveal himself when it was already too late. My dad died because of his stupid