Finally Getting Laid II
Rated 18+ 🔞
Warning:
This part contains mature and explicit romance content. For 18+ readers only.
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Minutes later, she returned, cradling a tray and muttering to herself about seasoning ratios and stubborn soup pots. Damien watched her discreetly, his eyes trailing her movements. The way she navigated his room, his space, with such ease, it was like she belonged there. Like she'd always belonged.
Then the scent hit him, rich, savory, intoxicating. His stomach growled on cue. He shut his eyes quickly, pretending to still be unconscious as she approached.
With visible effort, she managed to peel off his jacket and, without thinking twice, wiped the sweat from his brow with her bare palm.
"Let's get you to lie down properly," she murmured to him, struggling to adjust his posture. He was heavier than he looked, and after a few failed attempts, she climbed onto the bed herself. Wrapping her arms around his side, she tried to shift him upright.
But gravity wasn't cooperating. With a soft yelp, she lost balance and toppled, landing squarely on his firm torso.
Damien groaned under the impact, trying to mask it, but she gasped in horror.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" she whispered frantically, her palms splayed across his chest. "Please tell me I didn't break a rib... God help me."
Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt to check if he was okay. But nothing could've prepared her for what she saw.
His torso, sculpted, glorious, carved like sin itself, lay bare before her. Perfect ribs, a taut six-pack, chiseled lines that looked too unreal to touch. And yet... there she was, her fingers brushing his chest.
She froze.
Her breath hitched.
Her body still straddled his lower waist, and her gaze betrayed her. She swallowed hard as her eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of him. Her conscience screamed, but her desire whispered louder. The temptation was overwhelming, primal. His body seemed to call to her like a flame to a moth.
She knew it was wrong.
She knew she should stop.
She repeated to herself how wrong it all seems for the umpteenth time. She knew the right thing to do was to leave at once, especially since she was still straddling his lower body, but logic had long fled the room. A tiny voice in her head whispered warnings about boundaries and consequences, about how wrong it was to invade someone's privacy like this, then she decided to do only the right thing, until she finds her self giving in.
Her heart pounded wildly as her fingers twitching with temptation. It felt as though his body, hot, sculpted, divine, was calling out to her, the pull was so strong she just couldn't fight it.
Glancing around as if someone might catch her, she hesitated… then gave in.
Her fingers trembled as she reached out and traced a single, slow line down his chiseled abs. The heat of his skin beneath her touch sent a jolt through her veins. She did it again, this time letting her hand linger, stroking across the taut ridges of muscle, greedily mapping the planes of his chest.
Her breath hitched as she bent forward, pressing her cheek against his bare chest, nuzzling into him softly, her lips grazing the warmth of his skin. His scent, clean, masculine, intoxicating, drowned her senses. Every inch of him felt like something out of a dream.
Unaware that Damien wasn't as unconscious as he seemed, she continued.
When she climbed onto the bed earlier, he had nearly blown his cover. When she accidentally collapsed on top of him, he almost groaned aloud. And now... now, with her fingertips teasing his skin, her weight pressing against his loins, and her cheek resting on his chest like she belonged there, he was on the verge of losing it.
He felt his body tighten, a dangerous heat building under her every movement. When she touched him again, lingering, curious, slowly possessive, it was almost more than he could take.
And then she did the unthinkable.
Her lips brushed his abs in a featherlight kiss. A bold, hungry kiss filled with wonder and desire. A low groan escaped from deep in Damien's throat, unbidden.
Then she felt it.
Something stiff. Alive. Pressing hard beneath her. Her eyes widened in confusion first, then fascination, as realization dawned.
She looked down.
Her heart skipped a beat. Right beneath her sat the unmistakable bulge of his hardened desire. A sharp gasp left her lips as she stared, stunned and wildly curious. He's huge.
Panic suddenly surged through her as embarrassment crashed over her in waves. What the hell am I doing?!
She scrambled, desperate to get off him before her shame consumed her. But it was too late.
In one swift motion, Damien's eyes flew open and he flipped her beneath him.
He hovered over her, his breath ragged, his eyes dark, stormy with need.
And his breath was erratic. He fought hard within himself not to do it. But he couldn't. The desire was too strong, too consuming. It overpowered every last shred of logic in him. Something about her pulled him in, raw and undeniable.
He held her inches away from his lips, his heavy breath grazing her collarbone as he tried, with everything in him, to resist.
"Oh my God... oh my gosh... what have I done?" Eva stammered in panic. "I'm so sorry, sir. How could I have provoked a drunk man like this? What should I do now? Who do I even call? He's not even in his right senses..."
Her thoughts spun wildly. Why does he look like someone who's taken an aphrodisiac? Could it be... that he actually drank Seraphina's spiked drink? She clutched at her temples. But... I thought I switched it back! Oh God, I better not be the sacrificial lamb tonight!
"I have to stop him," she whispered in frantic breath. "Hey, boss! Damien, wake up! It's me, not your girlfriend_"
Before she could finish, Damien silenced her the only way he could, with his lips.
It wasn't just a kiss. It was a wildfire.
The moment his mouth claimed hers, time dissolved. The air between them cracked and sparked. Her struggles stopped instantly as a tremble rushed through her body. She melted against him, breath hitching as her hands slackened behind his neck, no longer resisting. Just... surrendering.
His lips moved against hers with a desperation that set her whole body ablaze. Damien groaned low in her throat, he couldn't believe how good she tasted, how natural it felt to devour her like this. He had never kissed any woman like this before. It was chaos and clarity all at once.
Her lips... so soft, too sweet, too addictive. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to.
Eva was gasping now, trembling under him as the heat swirled in every inch of her skin. Her body responded with a hunger she hadn't known was possible. She felt herself being consumed... and loving it.
The kiss was so intense, so consuming, that even though Damien knew he should stop, the very thought of pulling away felt like death. He'd rather drown in her than live without this moment.
His mind flickered, back to Tyler.
He could have had her once. He thought there was time, that she'd always be there, waiting. But she slipped through his fingers in a way that still haunted him, a mystery he never unraveled.
And now, Eva.
He had learned his lesson. Life didn't wait. Desire didn't forgive hesitation.
So he kissed her with reckless, wild abandon, as if making up for everything he lost, and everything he was afraid to lose again.With a growl, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His hands were on her now, skimming down her sides, exploring the softness of her waist, her back. His touch worshipped her, reverent and wild all at once.
She didn't stop him.
Instead, her fingers curled around his waist, clutching him with a need that mirrored his own. She squirmed beneath him, her breath ragged, her chest rising and falling like she was drowning in his touch.
Damien lost it.
He kissed her harder, lips trailing fire down her throat, then lower, until he was tasting the warmth of her skin. Her shirt was in the way, and he didn't hesitate. With swift hands, he began to unbutton her, needing to see her, all of her.
Every inch he uncovered made his heart pound louder. Her skin was flawless, silky, glowing, intoxicating. He kissed it reverently, pressing his lips along her collarbone, her shoulder, the swell of her chest. He wanted to memorize every curve, every sigh.
And then he heard it.
Eva moaned.
It was soft, almost hesitant, but it hit him like a jolt. Her voice was a breath of seduction, sweet and airy, like a melody that made his blood race. He shut his eyes tight, trying to keep control, but it was useless.
She had completely undone him.
He had imagined her moans countless times, soft, sultry, maybe breathless, but never had he pictured them sounding this beautiful. Her voice stirred something primal in him.
As if possessed, he quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and let his trousers fall. Then he paused...