~ANABEL'S POV~
"You are mine Anabel!" He whispered gently on top of me. "I promise I will take you to see my friends."
I couldn't speak as Damien held my cheek and I held his hand, not wanting to pull away. I kissed his palms, rubbing it on my cheek.
"You promise you won't leave this time around!" I asked as I let go of the shirt on my chest, exposing my breast to him.
For the first time in three years, Damien was staring at my bare chest. Those bally breasts pointed at him, hungering for his touch, his kiss.
We had been married for three years but he had never for once touched me nor even spared me a glance. I took off my trouser, laying stank naked before him. I wasn't shy. No, I can't.
He smirked evilly, like he was staring at the Delilah of his time, hungrily wanting to devour me without thinking twice. I knew I was delusional right now because the Damien I knew only has eyes for Sophia, his first love.
The truth is, he was currently under the influence of alcohol. He really wouldn't touch in his sane senses but my thoughts were cut short the moment the touch from his fingers fell on my skin igniting a spark in my stomach, causing an invisible goosebumps on my skin.
This was a moment I had anticipated… a moment I always wanted.… A time to commit the real Sin with my Husband.
I closed my eyes as Damien's fingers slowly moved across my face, tracing my lips and continued down my neck.
My body grew hot under his touch and my muscles slowly relaxed. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me with admiration. I knew very well that I was beautiful but never felt more desirable than at this moment. The way he undressed me with his eyes made my body flush…but was I the one he was seeing.
He slightly pushed me to the bed, our eyes fixed to each other. My gaze followed as he took off his shirt, tossing it on the sofa.
He kissed a path down my chest and stomach. I could feel the heat of his lips, making my body ache for his.
My nerve endings tingled with pleasure as I writhe on the bed, hips gently bucking.
His hands slipped into my thighs and I cried out a half sob of pleasure as he touched my delicate, aching flesh.
I could feel his touch, all I knew was the heat that moved through me, the need, the want and desire burning in me like a blaze.
And I was speechless… nearly mindless.
He slid his hand over one hip, and another on the other hip, over the smooth skin, spreading my legs as he slid down between my thighs.
I jumped, twitched.
My back ached as his lips sensually played with my sensitive skin. His gorgeous face rises from between my already spread legs, lips kinked to the side in a knowing smile.
He was loving it… and I was loving it too.
My eyes trail with admiration from his deep, sparkling eyes to his strong jaw and chiseled biceps. I grasp at the satin blanket beneath me, a desperate attempt to anchor myself as another wave of ecstasy breaks. His hands entwined with mine, holding me steady.
" Don't… Stop.." I moaned under my breath.Don't…" My voice broke. "Don't stop…"
His hands gripped my hips, holding me down as I writhed. Every flick of his tongue sent another wave of heat crashing through me, my muscles tightening, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his smirk sinful. "You taste even better than I imagined."
I was drowning.
His body covered mine, his hands tangling with my own, pinning them above my head. The weight of him, the heat—I was lost in it.
"Look at me," he murmured.
I did. His eyes were dark, pupils blown, and in them, I saw my own desperation reflected back.
Then he was moving, sliding into me with a groan that sent sparks down my spine. My nails dug into his shoulders as he set a slow, torturous pace, each thrust dragging a moan from my lips.
"More…"
He obliged, his hips snapping harder, driving me toward the edge. Pleasure coiled tight in my stomach, burning, burning…
And when I finally broke, his name was the only word left in my world.
Damien.
"Sophia, you really look good, always."
Tears welled up at the corner of my eyes, he was with me but he still thought of Sophia. He had left me alone countless times just because Sophia called him.
The tears rolled freely as I recalled all the painful memories, the first time Damien and I went on a date, he abandoned me in the cinema after receiving a call from Sophia. I didn't dare ask him to stay. The second time we participated in a student project together, he left halfway to handle Sophia's company affairs, instructing me to finish his work.
The third, fourth, fifth times... I begged him
not to leave.
The sixth time, we were lying in bed when Damien received a video call from Sophia in the middle of the night. He pushed me aside, and I cried my heart out while he went into his study without even glancing at me.
Even on the day my beloved grandmother passed away, Sophia had returned for a casual get-together, and once again, Damien abandoned me on the coldest day of my life.
I learned to warm myself in solitude, no longer seeking his attention. But tonight I was tempted I wanted to know how it feels to finally have sex with my husband.
Now I did, there was no need to cling to him anymore. He could call out her name for all I care.
The soft ping from his phone lit up the room. I slid over and glanced at it. It was Sophia.
> Could you help me out Damien? I need you to marry me for the sake of my company.
I let out a subtle laugh. Wasn't she aware he was married. I was tired anyways. I gently tapped on the phone screen and replied her message.
> I agree Sophia.