Chapter 50 THE BEGINNING.
\~~~SERENA.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and warm, pulling me from sleep. I stirred slowly, my body heavy and sore in the best way.
As soon as my eyes fluttered open, the memories hit me like a wave. Last night… no, earlier this morning, Damien’s hands had been on me, and his cock deep inside me.
The way I'd begged, called him daddy, and come undone around him still replayed in my head.
God, what a slut I was.
I had promised myself, no, promised him that we wouldn't do it again.
The first was supposed to be just a one-time slip, and a moment of weakness. But here I was, naked in his bed, the evidence of our time still lingering on my skin.
Before I could spiral too far into regret, I felt the firm pressure wrapped around me. His arm was slung possessively over my waist, holding me close, like he owned every inch of me even in sleep. His other hand cupped my breast, his fingers loosely curled around it, and his thumb was resting against my nipple.
Our legs were tangled, my back pressed to his chest, and his warmth seeped into me. It was cute, almost sweet, but so damn possessive. It was like he was staking his claim without even trying.
I groaned softly, shifting just enough to twist my head for a better look at him. This was the first time I'd ever seen Damien like this. Fully relaxed, and not on guard or smirking at me from across the room.
His face was peaceful, and his dark hair tousled over his forehead. Those long lashes of his rested against his cheeks, fanning out like they were made for this. He looked younger, and softer without the usual intensity in his eyes.
My gaze drifted lower, peeking under the sheet. His cock was hard, pressing against my hip, thick and insistent even now.
I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "How could you be hard even when you're not awake?" I whispered, half to myself, tracing the line of his arm with my eyes.
"It is because of you," he growled, his voice husky from sleep.
I flinched hard, my heart slamming in my chest. He was awake? Heat flooded my face as I realized he'd been watching me, listening.
Panic hit, and I tried to pull away, untangling our limbs to create some space.
But his arm tightened, yanking me back against him until my ass nestled right against his erection. "Where are you running to, Moonlight?" he murmured, his breath hot on my neck.
"G… good morning," I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Good morning, Moonlight," he replied, leaning in to press a quick, firm kiss to my lips. It was soft but demanding, like he couldn't help himself.
"L… let go of me," I whispered, squirming in his hold.
"Why? Earlier, you were begging me not to let you go. Remember?" His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a reminder that made my core clench despite myself.
"Just... please... I'm so embarrassed right now. We agreed never to do that again." My cheeks burned hotter, the shame twisting with the lingering ache between my legs.
Damien let out a slow breath, but instead of releasing me, he pulled me even closer, like he wanted to merge our bodies. His cock throbbed against my skin, and I felt every inch of him. "Can you not just enjoy the moment?"
I raised a brow, turning my face toward his, inching closer until our noses almost touched. He parted his lips slightly, expecting a kiss, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. But I nudged his nose with mine instead, a playful bump to throw him off. "We are not doing this again," I said firmly, twisting out of his grip before he could react.
I didn't wait another second. I crossed my arms over my breasts, hiding my nipples as I bolted from the bed.
My bare feet slapped against the cool tile as I dashed into the massive bathroom with my heart pounding.
The bathroom was huge, all marble and glass, with a walk-in shower that could fit a crowd. I twisted the faucet on the rain showerhead, letting hot water cascade down. Steam started to fill the air, and I stepped under the spray, sighing as it washed over my skin. The sweat, stickiness, and his cum still inside me began to rinse away but my mind wouldn't stop replaying it all.
A sudden shift in the air made me freeze and turn, water streaming down my face, and there he was, Damien, stepping into the bathroom like he owned it. Naked, unashamed, his cock still semi-hard and swaying with each step.
I gasped, arms flying up to cover myself more. "What are you doing?!"
"I need to take a shower too, baby," he said casually, like this was normal.
"Together?!" My eyes widened, and I backed up against the tiled wall, freaked out… No, I was fucking pretending to be.
God, what a massive pretender I was. Because fuck, the sight of him like this? Broad shoulders, defined abs, and that trail of hair leading down to his thick dick. My pussy clenched at the memory of him stretching me, and filling me up. But I couldn't let him see that. I was supposed to be done with this.
My eyes betrayed me, dropping to his cock for a split second and watching it twitch under my gaze before snapping back to his face. He smirked, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"It's just a bath, Ena. Just a bath." He winked, that cocky glint in his eye making my stomach flip.
I frowned at him, crossing my arms tighter. "Fine. But stay over there."
He chuckled, moving to the other side of the shower, his back to me now as he adjusted the second showerhead.
"But do you wanna know something fun?" he asked, voice echoing off the walls.
"What?" I replied, keeping my tone neutral, though curiosity won out.
He didn’t even turn his head to look at me or anything, "That will not be the last time."
"What?" My voice came out sharper than I meant, but my pulse raced.
"Again, and again, I'd have you. You'd come to me again, and you'd beg for my dick. And I'd give it to you every time. That, my wife, was not the last time." He said it so matter-of-factly, like he was stating the weather, then turned on the handheld sprayer, letting the water hit his chest as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb.
I opened my mouth to argue, but no sound came out.
“That, moonlight,” he added softly, “was only the beginning.”
And I hated myself for the way my pulse raced.