**ROSEANA**
If I was previously on top of Damon, our positions have now been reversed. He was able to flip me smoothly in a single move, causing me to fall beneath him. I tried to move my hands, hoping to shove him away from my body, but I couldn't. I noticed that he had pinned my hands over my head as I looked at it.
I tried to take it from his hand, but I was not successful.
"D-Damon," I stammered, "I thought you were sleeping." My tongue twisted in a mixture of shock and nervousness, causing me to stammer. His warm body pressing against mine is tingling my entire body with a strange sensation.
Damon's gaze was fixed on my face. He's looking at me like an eagle watching its prey.
"You're getting on my nerves tonight, Roseana," he said calmly, making my body tremble. Something about his calm words made me terrified for my life.
His deep gaze was accusing. I felt like I'd done something wrong and needed to apologize to him, even though I didn't have anything to say. "I didn't mean it," I explained.
"I, uh, I need to go to the bathroom," was all I could think of to get out of Damon and my awkward situation. My heart beats quicker as we draw closer to each other.
I held my breath when he brought his body closer to me. He's practically on top of me. My breasts are being pressed against his chest. I'm not used to sleeping without a bra, so just the thin fabric of my dress separates us.
I'm just grateful Damon isn't topless tonight because I don't know what I'd do if he were. He is used to removing his clothing before going to bed.
Damon's hand was restraining my hands over my head, which I didn't notice. His other hand is caressing my skin. He ran his fingers through my hair, nose, and down to my neck.
"You are a naughty woman. You must learn your lesson." His gruff voice sent thrills down my spine, especially as he bent his head and attacked my neck as if thirsty.
"Damon..." I couldn't keep from grunting when Damon bit the skin on my neck; he knew precisely where to wander his lips.
My toes curled in ecstasy as he ran his tongue over the sensitive region under my ear, and his hand moved all over my body, stroking and squeezing my flesh.
I willingly arched my back and elevated my head to allow him access to my neck, which he was sinfully kissing like a frenzied vampire.
I almost went insane from the sensation I was having. My brain is malfunctioning. "Ahhh!" I couldn't stop muttering as Damon nipped my delicate neck skin and gripped my chest at the same time.
I can't even recognize my voice anymore. My faint moans fill the calm four corners of the room as I deliriously yell his name, a mute cry for him to continue.
"Does it feel good, huh?" Damon asked, his lips lingering on my flesh. He stated this while playing with the crown of my chest.
My mouth just fell open, and I couldn't talk. My legs were trembling, and I was certain that murmuring a word would result in a long moan from my mouth instead of words, so I chose not to answer the man's question. But Damon is a shrewd man. I should have known better than to dismiss his question.
"Damon!" my eyes shut open. As he tore my garments into two, I felt as if my spirit had flown out of the house without a trace. I'm merely wearing his t-shirt, which reaches my knees. I'm used to wearing that to bed.
Damon didn't even have to struggle to get rid of my clothes. It was split in two.
As he passes my bare body with a sticky gaze, a malicious smirk appears on his lips. Only my lacy underwear conceals the most intimate portion of my body. With a grin, he continued, "I asked you." When he wet his lips with his tongue, I felt heat rush to the deepest part of my uterus. He seemed to be salivating over my body, like a predator preparing to eat his prey.
I wrapped my two hands around my body. One of my hands is covering my flower, while the other is resting on my breasts.
He gripped my chest before I could recover from what he had done. My pupils dilated with delight. I inhale a fistful of air and then seem to forget to exhale it.
Damon's head was wedged on my chest. It was the first time a man had done anything to me. He's sucking my breast like a thirsty child. He alternated between focusing on my breast and caressing my waist.
"Ahh! Oh my god!"
"Damon! Oh, no!" profanities that I don't say on purpose come out of my mouth. Damon's hand pressed closer to my skin. His movements got more ferocious. He moaned, "Fuck, Roseana." My hands instinctively moved to his soft hair, stroking it and encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing.
Damon's kisses landed on my breasts and my flat stomach. He smothered my stomach with kisses while staring me in the eyes. When he swept his tongue across my flesh, my eyes automatically closed.
I could hear him groan. To keep a growl from exiting my mouth, I bit my bottom lip. Damon responded angrily, "Moan."
"Open your eyes, baby."
"I want you to keep your eyes on me, Roseana," he says commandingly.
I couldn't obey his wishes, even if I wanted to. My eyes become heavy with the pleasure he's giving me. "I can't." I struggle to say it. My feet and toes are curling. I'm at a loss for where to turn my head.
"Fuck!" along with Damon's cursing, my world stopped. I can sense his masculinity within me. He slammed his manhood inside me without even knocking or warning.
"Damon, it hurts." It's difficult for me to say. He abruptly slipped his massive member inside me. I felt as if something was tearing inside of me.
"You're so tight. Fuck!” with gritted teeth, he muttered. My womanhood almost wrecked, yet I can't help but appreciate how his jaw tightens, beading sweat on his neck as his mouth is gaping with incredible ecstasy.
When Damon attempted to move inside me, tears began to fall. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love," he replied sweetly when he sensed my pain. He poured soft kisses on my face, attempting to deflect my attention away from his enormous friend's hurting core.