My mind was jumbled up. What just happened? Why did Max kiss me?
I turned toward Damian and expected him to scowl at me because I didn’t push Max away, but he was smiling softly at me. I rolled my eyes. I really didn’t know how men think.
“Damian, your hand,” I said suddenly, realizing that he had injured his hand.
I led him to the dining room and tended to his wounds. I plucked each shard away, carefully, and gently from his palm, disinfect the wound, and applied some ointments before bandaging his hand.
“Damian, what were you guys talking about? Why were you angry toward each other?” I asked him.
“He loves you and wants to protect you,” he said with an irked tone.
I laughed softly. “Don’t Marco, Nick, and Jack feel the same way too?”
“He loves you more, Baby girl. D
“Baby girl, I’m home.” I heard Damian’s voice from downstairs just as I finished showering.I quickly ran downstairs to greet him, throwing myself at him, circling my hands at his waist.“Welcome home, Damian. How was the meeting?” I asked him as I tiptoed to graze a kiss on his lips.“Just like any other meetings.” His hands went around my body, but he looked troubled. His brows knitted together, creating lines in-between them.“Is there something wrong, Damian?” My hand reached toward his forehead, smoothing the lines there.He shook his head and placed our meals on the dining room table, stepping away from me.“I’m going to take a shower first, Baby girl.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and left to take a shower.I took the boxes of food to warm them up, as
"No, no.. It can't be." I kept shaking my head, not wanting to believe what had befallen my little friend. Damian cupped my face with his palms, forcing me gently to look at him. When I saw the look in his eyes - a mixture of sadness, gentleness, and a hint of desperation, I couldn't lie to myself anymore and I broke down in his arms. “She had suffered the same way I did, but no one had helped her. I didn’t help her,” I choked on my words. “Shh.. Baby girl. It wasn’t your fault.” Damian comforted me, his hands went up and down my back. “If I had remembered about her sooner, if I had asked you and the polices to search for her sooner, she wouldn’t have died. This is all my fault.” I sobbed in his arms. “Baby girl, it wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault. As much as we want to save people, sometimes we just can’t. But you have done everything you can, Baby girl.”
was night, and we had finished eating dinner. I was downstairs washing the dishes while Damian was upstairs, having his shower. We hadn’t taken showers together, nor had we seen each other naked. I had asked him if he felt hurt that I had pushed him away during the last time we had tried to have sex, but he told me no. He could understand what I was feeling then, and I was so thankful to him for being so understanding. I finished washing the dishes and went to our bedroom. Opening the door, I saw that Damian had just finished taking his shower, and he was still naked. His head was facing downward as he dried his hair, and he didn’t notice me standing there. He looked so picturesque with the moonlight shining through the window, highlighting his perfect form, which was encompassed by water droplets, creating an illusion of an alluring dance between water droplets as they glided down from his neck down to his p
He seemed to understand that I wanted to get over my trauma, yet was still scared of the act of sex, and I was glad that he tried to make me comfortable first.I took off my clothes before taking his outstretched hand and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself standing up with my legs spread apart and my wetness just inches away from his face.His hands went to spread the lips of my dripping core, and he licked me with a long stroke of his tongue.“Damian..” I moaned, and my body trembled from the pleasure of that one simple move of his.He kept licking me slowly, with that long stroke of his tongue, when he suddenly inserted his tongue, delving and probing, rubbing the sweet spot inside.“Damian!” I gasped and moaned as my back arched and my hands reached to grab his hair.His tongue kept going in and out of my wetness, flicking my
After that night, our sex life went back to normal. Well, it was even better than normal. I would jump him anytime I got the chance. When he had just come home from meetings, when he had just finished showering being all naked and wet, even while we were in the showers together. I couldn’t get enough of him. He always laughed at me jumping to him but was always more than eager to pleasure me and to be pleasured by me. Jeremiah hadn’t messaged me anymore, and there was no one bothering us. I wasn’t afraid of his friends anymore, even Damian and Max had become friends again. Of course, I still had nightmares sometimes, but they had lessened. His nightmare had lessened too. Even our psychologist was very pleased with our progress. All in all, we were happy - sexually and emotionally. There was still one thing on my mind. Damian had replaced the taste of the knife-man in my mouth and the painful
Did I hear it correctly? Only the head? With that much pain and only the head had entered me?He nodded as if he could hear the questions in my mind.I looked at him in disbelief with my jaw dropped, before muttering under my breath, “Fucking humongous dick..”He threw his head back, laughed, and squeezed my butt cheeks with his hands. His actions slid his erection a little deeper into me, and it didn’t hurt at all.“I’m happy to be able to amuse you.” I rolled my eyes but smiled at him.“Baby girl..” His expression turned serious and his voice huskier.“Move your hips, you sex god. Fuck my ass,” I told him and pushed my hips back so his erection was buried deeper into me.His eyes darkened at my words, and from the way he was buried deeper in me.“I ne
“Damian, can I ask you something?” We were watching the news in the living room, and I turned my body to face him while sitting on my heels on the sofa. “Hmm?” He asked without taking his eyes off the tv. I knew it was important for him to watch the news, but the questions had been bothering me ever since we met again. “I need to ask you something, but I want you.. I NEED you to be honest with me," I enunciated to show him how important this topic was for me. My words and tone caught his attention. He turned his body toward mine, placing one of his legs on the sofa so we could see each other more comfortably. “What is it, Baby girl? Are you okay?” he asked with concern in his voice. I nodded. I paused for a while before asking him. I wanted to choose my words carefully, but I didn’t know how, so I decided to just ask him honestly. I inhal
The next two days, Damian was silent. He was still gentle, and he smiled lovingly and sweetly at me, but he always had a faraway look in his eyes. It made me scared, and at the same time hurt to see him like that. The last time he acted like this, he was going to tell me that he couldn’t be with me. Was it wrong for me to ask him those questions? Him being this distant hurt my heart, but it wasn’t because of his fault. It was because of my own mistakes. I shouldn’t have asked him those questions. I had promised myself, and him, that I would wait for him, to wait until he was ready to tell me his secrets, but I hadn’t counted nor prepared myself for him to become like this - distant and ignoring me. He was in the living room, watching the news, while I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. I washed the dishes slowly, bracing myself because I knew after this, I had to apologize to him, but wha
So dear readers,It’s true when I told Damian that this story is not about Rai and me, and me and Damian. This story is about me and Damian, from the moment we knew each other through texts, up to our happy ending.Of course, I was very blessed to know and fall in love with Rai. He is still my greatest love and my worse heartbreak. He was gentle and had never hurt me, well, except maybe when he was jealous of Frank and when he saw Damian and me together. He was the perfect boyfriend and forever will be my greatest love.Damian is the love of my life. He gave me strength, and he made me strong. So what do all my lovely readers think? Do I deserve to be with Damian after everything we’ve been through? Or am I too weak for him? I’d like to think I deserve to be with him since I love him so much. But what do you think?And I have just begun to read his POV. It seems interesting. Let me show you a bit of it. It starts off with him canceling his engagement with Clarissa.•••“Uncle, Aunt
Damian and I were lounging on our bed as per usual before we went to sleep. He was reading on his tablet while I was browsing through the internet.I heard his heavy sigh, saw him put his tablet on the bedside table, and he suddenly pulled me toward him abruptly, holding me tight in his arms.“What happened?” I asked him. It felt like he was afraid of losing me, that I would leave him.“I just finished reading your journal,” he mumbled against the top of my head.Ohhh.. That’s why.I pulled back from his tight embrace so I could see his expression.“Why are you sad?” I asked him.“I was such a dick to you, wasn't I?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile on his face.“You were.” I nodded and pretended to agree with him. “And still are sometimes.” I laughed.“But you are my dick,” I added with a teasing smile. I saw his self-deprecating smile turn into a smile of amusement.“I can't believe I put you through so many troubles.” He pulled me back into his embrace and sighed.“It’s all
I walked into our bedroom and saw Damian walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped lowly around his hips, looking as sexy as ever.I had just finished putting on little Luna to sleep and was tired. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, exiting with only a tiny towel covering my petite body.“Baby girl, come here,” I heard Damian’s voice and turned to look at him.I had to swallow hard, looking at the vision in front of me. My handsome and sexy husband was sitting at the edge of the bed, butt-naked, and he was stroking his huge cock that had hardened. I swore I began to get wet just by looking at him being so hot.I went stand in front of him, and he yanked my towel away from my body, leaving me as naked as him.He pulled me forcefully to him, and I sat on his lap, straddling him. He kissed me long and hard without warning, leaving me panting when he withdrew.“You’ve been taking care of the kids. Now it's time for you to take care of your husband,” he husked ou
“You are home, Baby girl,” Damian said as he glanced at me. It had been three months since our wedding reception, and I was quite busy most days. I had to manage the Castilles Hotel, my clothing business, and also the sanatorium I had built with Damian to help people who needed free psychological consultations.I had that idea when I had been kidnapped and found Luna, the girl who had accompanied me, had died. At first, I wanted to build an orphanage for abandoned children, but as there were too many of them, Damian suggested we build a sanatorium instead to help those who had traumas like us. With helps from his friends and connections, we now had more than twenty psychologists and psychiatrists to help us.Today was a tiring day after visiting the sanatorium. The patients always loved to talk to me, and I gladly accompanied them until it was time for me to return home to my family.When I reached home today, I found Damian in the nursery holding our little girl, as he always did.“
I was standing in front of the massive double door, waiting for it to be opened. Today was our second wedding reception.Yesterday was our first; the guests were families and close friends. Damian didn't follow the conventional wedding reception where we walked together down the hall toward the stage. Instead, we all stood on the stage with mist covering us from the guests. When the fog disappeared, I was surprised. The ballroom was turned into what looked like a huge ice kingdom. I should’ve known from the color of my gown and his suit - silver and white. My gown was of A-line shape yesterday, and I had a high crown on my head. I felt like a queen of the ice kingdom. The ladies of our main families wore lighter shades of silver, including Rai’s mom, Cecilia, my mom, my sister-in-law, and even little Luna. The men wore suits in the same lighter shades of silver too. We stood on the stage with Damian holding little Luna in his arms while I held little Rai’s hand.My mom, Rai’s parents
It had been there months after our wedding, and we were having breakfast together. Little Rai was still asleep, and we didn't wake him up since it was the weekend.I was sipping my tea, and Damian was sipping his coffee. Life after marriage was blissful. We had no more fights, and every day was filled with happiness, love, and laughter.“Damian, I have a gift for you,” I told him as I placed my teacup on the table.“Is it inside the box on your lap?” he asked with a smile.I had brought the surprise for him and placed it on my lap throughout our breakfast. Now that we had finished eating, it was time for me to give it to him.I picked up the box and slid it across the table to him.He opened it and looked confused as he picked up the long and thin thing inside the box. “Positive..” he murmured. I kept quiet and had to stop myself from smiling or laughing.His head suddenly snapped up, and he looked at me. “Positive?” His confused looked turned into bewilderment.“Yes.” I couldn't hid
“Pu-Punish me?” He stuttered.I smiled with feminine pride as I saw him close his eyes, grit his teeth, and breathe heavily. Only I could make him feel this way.I lay down on his side, aligning my body with his, with one arm and leg across his taut body, my finger playing with his nipple.“Tell me what you want, Damian.” I breathed into his ear.“My tongue?” I asked him as I licked his ear.“My mouth?” I asked him again as I sucked his neck.“Or my.. tight little cunt?” I ground my wet pussy against the side of his body.“Baby girl.. Please,” he begged me.I loomed over him, teasing him, placing my lips just inches away from his.“Choose your poison, Damian.” I grazed his lips lightly with mine and licked his bottom lip.“Your tight greedy cunt! Please, baby girl. Please.” He said as he began to tug his hands to free them from my made-up chain.I chuckled again. As can be expected from my sex god.“Are you sure, Damian? Are you sure you want me to punish you with my cunt?” I asked as
Our Holy Matrimony was held two weeks later in Bali, at the place where Damian ‘proposed’ to me when we acted for my campaign. It was set to end during sunset.The decoration was simple and minimalistic, with glass lanterns filled with candles and pampas grasses creating the path down the aisle. The chairs were wooden with white pillows. There were rattan lanterns hanging above us. At the end of the aisle, there was a circle wedding arch decorated in the same pampas grasses. Everything had a rustic feeling about it.There weren't many guests in attendance. Only my parents, sister, brother, sis-in-law, and nephew were present from my side. Cecilia and Damian’s stepdad were the only ones present from his side. Other than them, Max, Marco, Nick, and Jack were also present.I was wearing a dress I had specially designed. It was a short dress just above my knees with a small sleeve and V-neck made from lace cotton. I waited with batted breath at the back while Damian, who was wearing a wh
When I woke up, I knew it was nighttime. Damian was nowhere to be seen; he must be downstairs. I quickly wore his shirt and took a small black box containing the black diamond ring I had pretended to throw last time and a necklace with a black diamond pendant for little Rai. He always wanted to wear similar things as Damian, but since a diamond ring is too risky for a little boy, I opted for a pendant instead. I took both the ring and the necklace out of the box and held them in my hand.When I went out of the bedroom, I heard the sound of the piano and little Rai and Damian’s laughter.I went to the staircase and realized that all the lights had been dimmed. As I walked down and to where the piano was situated, I was surprised to see so many red rose petals scattered on the floor and so many candles of all sizes being lit up.Damian and little Rai were playing the piano, wearing black suits with white shirts underneath. “Umm.. Is there a special occasion?” I asked them and tried to r