Throughout the drive home, Damian kept his hold on me.. but was quiet. He didn’t say anything, not even a single word. I glanced at him, but his eyes were focused on the road, even though we were stuck in a traffic jam. I looked at the GPS, and it showed that we would be stuck in the same spot for another 15 minutes. I sighed and looked out the window.
My mind kept going back to what happened in dad’s office. I couldn’t believe that I could come just from a kiss. It had never happened before in my whole life, and I’d had my share of kisses. I went through a wild phase, just like any other person. No one had ever kissed me as Damian did, though. Even HE had never kissed me like that before.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, remembering our kiss. The way his tongue stroked mine, going around while his mouth sucked it slowly, just thinking about it made me hot. My hold on his hand tightened. I could feel his thumb stroking the back
The drive back to Rai’s parents’ home was silent, just like before. It was even unsettling as I could feel Damian pulling himself away from me. The distance between us stretched even further with each passing minute. I wanted to talk to him to break the silence, but I couldn’t. Just the way he sat there driving calmly with his body rigid, made me unable to get a word out. I looked out the window instead. This was the first time I felt an uncomfortable silence with him. Lucky Leah was here with us. We reached Rai’s parents’ house just as dinner was served. Damian put little Rai’s bag in Rai’s parents’ room. Apparently, little Rai was going to sleep with them. It warmed my heart to know that they were already loving their grandson that much. “Mom, I hope you don’t mind that I brought a dog over here. Little Rai is very close to her,” I told Rai’s mom. “Not a problem at all, dear. Is this Leah?” she asked as she took
Damian didn’t let go of my hand on the way home, and I felt a slight hope that he would open up to me. I looked at the time, and it was nearing 9 pm. Traffic wouldn’t be bad at this time of night, I thought to myself as I leaned back and closed my eyes.***I felt two muscular arms scooping me up, holding me close. The sound of the car’s door closing and a door being unlocked. It felt good to be in his arms. My hands reached to his shirt, holding it tight as I burrowed my face in his chest. His body.. his scent.. This is what I want.. who I want.. Suddenly I felt myself being lowered, and my body hit a bed.“Good night.. Sweet dream..” I heard a man's deep husky voice, followed by the feel of soft lips grazing mine tenderly.“Stay..” My hand grabbed his shirt tighter as he was going to straighten. He seemed to hesitate,
“I need you, Damian. I need you..” I looked deep into his eyes, breathing the words against his lips.He growled once again, kissed me deeply, stood up, and we tumbled to the bed. Our tongues still interlaced, and I could hear his zipper being opened. He quickly kicked away his pants and crushed my body with his. I could feel his erection rubbing against my wetness."So fuckin' wet," he mumbled raspily.He positioned himself and entered me in one swift thrust, impaling me with his length, and I moaned with my neck arching."Fuck!" he cursed as his body stilled with his hard-on buried deep inside me.“Baby girl, you are even tighter than I remember," he groaned.“Damian, you are so big.. so hard..” I moaned as I felt myself stretched by his size.“I need to go slow, Baby girl,” he whispered breathi
The next morning, I woke up feeling quite joyful. I reached for Damian, but he wasn’t there. His side of the bed felt cold, as though he hadn’t even slept there. Could he not just wait until I woke up before he went home? I thought to myself. Disappointment settled in my heart, but I shook it off. I couldn’t expect him to love me again after only meeting me for two days.. But he made love to me. If he was still the same Damian as he was five years ago, then that meant he still loved me, didn’t he? I pondered about it for a while but brushed it away, not wanting to get my hopes up. I went to my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I didn’t want to take a shower yet, still wanting to smell like him. I opened my bedroom door and was hit by the delicious aroma of coffee. I went to my kitchen and saw Damian standing there with his back toward me, making breakfast. Gone were all the disappointments in my heart, replaced by warmth. He s
It’d been a week since I last saw Damian. I texted him the day he made us breakfast to thank him for staying over and for breakfast, but he didn’t reply to my text. I missed him. I wanted to text him again but didn’t want to look needy. I was disappointed in him when his text didn’t come after a week. But then, who was I kidding? We were just friends; I was no one important to him. He must not feel the need to text me even though he had promised to. I was tempted to call him, to ask him about it, but I called Rai’s mom instead to ask her how little Rai was doing, as I had been doing for the past seven days. Mom always told me not to worry; little Rai was doing fine. Little Rai always talked to me on the phone. He told me stories about what they had been doing and how his grandparents bought so many things for him. He never forgot to tell me that he missed and loved me, which made me miss him more. I was a bit jealo
I woke up alone in my bed the next day. Of course, I thought to myself. Just typical Damian now - leaving me after being gentle with me. I became irritated by him. I didn’t want to think about him anymore, so I just busied myself with work. For the next few days, still no texts from him. I didn’t try to text him too. If he wanted me to text him, he should text me first. I knew it sounded childish, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn't want to be hurt by him anymore. Six days had passed, and I still hadn’t heard from him. I was in my kitchen when my phone rang. I left my tea there and ran to get my phone. Guessed as much as I disliked him, I still wanted to hear his voice. I picked it up without checking who it was. “Hello?” I answered breathlessly. “Kat?” I heard Cole’s voice from the other end of the line. My heart filled with disappointment, but I decided to talk to him, hoping
I woke up with a feeling of contentment which turned quickly to disappointment as I saw that Damian’s bag was gone. Had he left me again? I stepped into my shower and tried to recall what had happened the night before. He said I was his. He was possessive and wanted us to go to Bali as soon as possible. Those were good signs, weren’t they? I didn’t know what I hoped would happen in Bali, but I was praying for good things. I brushed all things Damian to concentrate on what I should do before going to Bali. I would need to go to Rai’s parents’ place and sort out all my businesses, though I could still take care of my businesses through conference calls. It would be a good thing to go to Bali, though, since I could check the stores that carried my lines there. I stepped out of my bathroom and opened my wardrobe.. and was stunned to see Damian’s clothes. His suits and shirts hung neatly along with my dresses. I opened
During the drive, Damian kept his hold on mine except when we needed to stop because of traffic lights or jams. He would try to make my cleavage less pronounced, moving the neckline closer or pushing my breasts to the sides. “Stop it, Damian. You are going to ruin my dress and my breasts,” I told him as I swatted his hands away. “God saves my soul and every other bastard’s soul who’s going to ogle you,” he muttered under his breath as he stopped trying to fix my cleavage. I smiled at his words. They reminded me of the time when we went to the masquerade party six years ago. “What are you smiling at, Baby girl? Do you like putting me in this position?” he snapped as he saw me smiling. Instead of getting annoyed or angry with him, my smile widened into an ear-to-ear grin. I did love seeing him being this possessive. He suddenly pulled my hand and placed it on his crotch. Guess what? Oh ye
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