Finally Getting Laid III. SEX With Her.
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This book contains mature and explicit romance content. For 18+ readers only.
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He waited.
One last moment for her to stop him.
But she didn't. Her eyes were hazy, lips parted, body yielding beneath him. And that was the last straw. Whatever restraint he had snapped.
Damien pulled her closer, his fingers almost digging into her skin. It took everything in him not to hurt her, his desire so raw, primal, and overpowering it drowned every thought of hesitation. He entered into her and just like Tyler he felt the obstruction again, but he couldn't hold on, so he slammed his already hard rod into her in one hard thrust, gasping as her warmth enveloped him. He could see that was wet for him, but despite how wet she was, her body was still so tight, too tight that he almost went insane. She tensed beneath him, and for a fleeting moment, he caught her faint cry. But it was too late. Ohh his body was no longer his own. He was lost in the madness of her.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, his body hissing with every movement. His lips traced her collarbone, his hands roaming her silky skin. She whimpered under him, trembling, and though her moans blurred pain and pleasure, he kept going, like a man possessed.
Her scent. Her touch. Her voice.
It was all too much.
He bit her earlobe, groaning as he dug deeper into her heat. The pleasure was maddening, excruciatingly divine. He swore under his breath, swore he'd never forget this night, the night a woman took him to the edge of heaven and dragged him deeper still.
She made him taste heaven while still on earth.
Time lost meaning.
She started to whimper, soft, breathy pleas for mercy, but his body refused to stop. Not yet. Not until he'd poured every ounce of himself into her. And he did.
He didn't let her go until the first blush of dawn kissed the sky.
His hands roamed her like he was learning a new language, kneading, gripping, claiming. He bit into her soft skin, marking her like she belonged to him. But no matter how deep he thrust, how many times he drove into her slick heat, it still wasn't enough. She was like a drug, intoxicating, addictive, and maddening. He stared at her, dazed. What kind of woman was this? First her voice, then her food, now her body, everything about her was dangerously delicious, almost unreal.
And just when she thought he'd reached his limit, he surprised her again. His mouth found her breasts, full, warm, and begging to be touched. He took one into his mouth, sucking greedily like a man starved, and Eva let out a breathless moan, thrashing beneath him.
He finally had them, the breasts he'd spent endless days imagining, watching them bounce beneath her blouse as she moved gracefully through his office, tormenting him with every sway. Now, they were his to touch, to worship. He cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples before he leaned in, sucking greedily, like a man deprived of oxygen.
They were perfect, soft, full, and maddeningly responsive.
And you can't blame him, Eva's breast are beautiful. He trailed hot kisses down her skin, tasting her, branding her with every touch. It wasn't enough, he wanted to imprint her into his very soul. The way she trembled beneath him, her delicate whimpers and breathy cries sending waves of fire through his blood, made him ravenous.
"Damien..." she cried, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers ripping through his spine.
At some point she started to cry, as she begged, but if only she knew it was her voice, her body, every inch of her that played a sinful melody was whats making him lose control.
He gathered her hair in his fist, tilted her face toward him, and kissed her hard. Her lips, those beautiful lips, parted with a moan as she whispered his name, over and over, in a way that shattered his sanity.
"Damien..." she gasped.
And he swore, at that moment, he could die inside her and it would still not be enough.
Her hazy eyes locked with his, glassy, teary, undone, and that look destroyed whatever control he had left. He growled low in his throat, then sank his teeth into her collarbone, and thrust into her again, harder, deeper, wilder. She arched into him, her nails dragging along his back.
He was completely lost in her.
It was going to be a long, mercilessly unforgettable night.
Eva's eyes fluttered open.
It felt like a freight train had run over her. Every muscle ached. Her limbs refused to move. Her lips were dry. Her voice, gone.
She had only meant to say goodbye.
Just a goodbye, and now this.
She turned slowly, wincing. Damien lay beside her, completely out, his face softened in sleep. Her gaze shifted to the wall clock.
5:02 a.m.
Her blouse was torn. Her skirt lay crumpled across the floor. She gathered her scattered clothes, moving with the stiffness of someone who'd been thoroughly broken and remade in one night.
Damien had been merciless.
She didn't even know how she survived.
Slipping into her clothes as best she could, she tiptoed toward the door, cast one last look at the man who made her feel pleasure and pain mixed together. A man who made her into a woman.
Later that morning, Damien sat in a grand hall surrounded by twenty top executives. The air buzzed with strategy talk and future projections. Plans to take the company global. Ideas tossed back and forth.
He listened. Or rather, pretended to.
His body was present.
His mind was miles away.
Until a soft, professional voice broke through the fog;
"Sir, with the recent acquisition of our Zurich partner, do you believe now is the time to expand our operations to the Gulf market?"
Twenty pairs of eyes turned toward him.
He didn't answer.
"Hello sir? Is everything alright?"
Silence.
Then he suddenly jolted back, and when he did he felt the stares from all the twenty executives, then he sighed, and cleared his voice.
Then, with a slow, heavy breath, Damien leaned back, his fingers brushing his temple.
"This meeting is adjourned!" That was all he said, as everyone quickly excused him, it was obvious something was wrong with the boss.
One by one, the executives filed out, exchanging silent glances. Something was clearly off with their boss. But no one dared to ask.
Damian sat in his office. It was already afternoon, yet he hadn't been able to do a single thing right all day.
He ruffled his hair in frustration, trying to clear the thick fog clouding his thoughts, but it did little to ease his mind. Just then, Eric walked in.
"Good day, sir. I'm so sorry I came in late," Eric began. "Miss Eva was supposed to handle your itinerary today. I don't know why she's absent. Honestly, she needs to be disciplined. How can she skip work without giving any explanation? That's totally unacceptable. Now I have to juggle my tasks with hers all day."
Damian stiffened. His hands clenched beneath the table, his jaw tightening as his teeth ground together. Eric didn't notice his reaction.
So Eva didn't come to work. He hadn't realized until now, and guilt punched him in the chest.
How could she? After everything. She could barely walk this morning.
Eric continued, unaware. "Anyway, sir, you have a meeting with the Zero-Code department in less than two minutes."
"Cancel" Damian said sharply.
"Oh. Okay, sir." Eric quickly crossed it off on his iPad. But something wasn't sitting right with him at all. Damian had been acting strange, distracted, withdrawn. At first, he thought the boss might be feeling unwell, but now he wasn't so sure.
"Sir... is everything okay?" Eric asked gently.
Damian didn't answer at once. He just stared, the events of last night crashing down on him in vivid flashes. But amidst all the confusion, there was one thing he couldn't shake.
That morning, when he woke up, Eva was already gone. If not for the scratch marks she'd left on his body, he might've thought the whole thing had been a dream. He sat up, dazed, and instinctively checked the surveillance footage from his house.
He saw her leaving at 5 a.m.
She limped. She struggled to walk. Her blouse was torn. She kept sniffing, wiping at her face. The image haunted him.
She looked weak and fragile in a way that he fear she might break, he couldn't believe he had handled someone as delicate as that so roughly that night.
His heart ached as he recalled how tight her body had been that night, so tight it almost hurt to enter her. Could she really have been...?
No. It couldn't be. He'd seen her, with his own eyes, enter a hotel room with her naked boyfriend. She couldn't have been a virgin.
Trying to shake the thought, he dressed for the day. But just as he was about to leave, something on the bed caught his eye.
A faint crimson stain. Right where Eva had lain.
He'd gone cold.
He'd leaned in, staring at it. The color. The size. The placement.
His confusion only deepened as he drove to the office. None of it made sense.
"Sir?" Eric asked again, breaking through his thoughts. "Is something wrong?"
Damian blinked. "No. I'm fine."
"Alright. I'll be outside in case you need me."
Eric had just turned toward the door when Damian's voice stopped him.
"Eric, come here for a second."
He paused and turned back.
"If a man sleeps with a woman," Damian began, slowly, "and there's blood on the bed afterward... what could it mean?"
Eric blinked, taken aback by the abruptness of the question but answered carefully. "It could mean a few things. Maybe she got injured during... you know. Or..." he hesitated, "maybe she was a virgin."
Damien's brow furrowed. "She couldn't have been," he said, but the uncertainty in his voice betrayed him. "And yet⊠there was blood."
""There might be a misunderstanding somewhere. But from my perspective, there are signs_clear ones_if you're with a virgin, you'd probably notice. She'd be tight. It might hurt her, she might tremble. Her body would be tense... Some women even cry. You'd feel it.There would be resistance. The entrance tears a bit, and that's where the blood usually comes from. But if none of that happened, then maybe it was just a small injury or something else."
Eric's words echoed in Damian's mind. As his eyes grew distant. His mind wandered.
Tight. Shivers. Weak sobs. The resistance he felt when he pushed himself into her. The way her body tensed, like it was the first time. How she bit back her cries with trembling lips. How she limped out of the room this morning, trying to hide the pain in her steps... And then, the blood.
Could it be?
His stomach twisted.
Eric glanced at him, curious now. "Sir... why the sudden question?"
"I watched a movie last night," Damian lied, quickly. "It was... confusing."
Eric chuckled. "Don't pay attention to those soaps. They're usually full of nonsense."
As he turned back toward the door, Damian stopped him again.
"Where were you last night?"
Eric froze. He hesitated before answering, eyes carefully avoiding Damian's.
"I... I went to a friend's house."
"Hm, I see," Damian repeated. "am guessing your friend is fine"
"Yes, sir."
"You mean... Seraphina?" He suddenly asked
Eric's heart skipped a beat. "Er_no, sir. A male friend."
"Of course." Damian narrowed his eyes, his voice suddenly calm. "I heard Seraphina spiked her own drink last night."
He smiled oddly, returning his attention to his laptop.
Eric stood frozen, repeatedly blinking in panic. Because he could feel it, Damian's suspicion, and he was totally right to feel that way. Because yesterday he was indeed with her, and it wasn't entirely his fault.
After Damian instructed him to take her back to the hotel, Seraphina broke down in the car. She cried, cursed, and refused to get out.
Eric tried everything to make her move, but she was hysterical.
Then, suddenly, she stopped and looked at him. "I'll go to my room," she said softly, "but only if you carry me."
She laughed, oddly, and he refused at first. But when she lunged at him, trying to strip him in the car, he panicked. Afraid she'd make a scene, he agreed.
He carried her up to her room.
But the moment they entered, she locked the door and slipped the key into her bra.
"What are you doing, Seraphina? Open the door," Eric said, alarmed.
"Come get the key," she smirked, lying seductively on the bed.
"I have to get back," he protested. "My boss is staying at the office overnight, I need to be there. Please stop this."
But she rushed at him again, pulling at her clothes.
"Eric, I think I've been drugged," she said, gripping his tie.
"What? Who would dare drug you?"Stop the gimmicks Seraphina, stop please " "
"Fine. I'll confess it. I did it. I added something to Damian's drink. An aphrodisiac. I just wanted him to sleep with me. but I think I mistakenly drank the same drink, I am not myself, I swear it on my life, please help me Eric please "." She fumbled through her bag and held out a small bottle. "Please, Eric... I'm not in my right mind."
He hesitated, stunned.
"Remember the last time?" she whispered. "Let's do it again."
She pulled him close, and this time he didn't resist. She climbed him like an octopus, kissing him feverishly
Eric just couldn't push her away, he stared at her sorry State and then struggled with his thoughts, but her kisses were so wild, and Eric fell.
It wasn't until his phone rang, twice, then three times, that he was jolted back. He reached for it, only for her to pull him down again, grinding on him as if possessed.
"Seraphina, stop, I need to take this, "
He picked up the call and heard Eva's voice on the other end, panicked and distressed, talking about Damian being drunk. But Seraphina's hands and hips were all over him, and he nearly groaned into the call.
He hung up quickly, afraid he'd lose control.
Now, standing in front of Damian, the memory burned in his mind, guilt clawing at his conscience.
But Damian had longed focused on his laptop not caring about him.
After he walked out, Damien stared at his retreating silhouette, the pieces slowly falling into place. It was thanks to Eva, her offhand comment from yesterday, that he'd even started to suspect. She'd mentioned casually, saying he sounded like a man who was screwing a woman. That was when Damien did the math.
He had sent Eric to Seraphina's hotel... and the man never returned that night. So unless there was someone else in that hotel suite, which Damien highly doubted, the only woman he could've been with was Seraphina.
And then came Eva's little slip about swapping Seraphina's drink.
That sealed the script.
So they were a thing now.
Good.
Maybe Seraphina would finally get off his back.