Chapter 58 MEANT TO LAST.
\~~~SERENA.
His kiss grew urgent, teeth nipping my lip. I gasped, and he pulled back just enough to whisper,
“Serena, you are driving me crazy in this dress,” His fingers tugged the hem up, exposing my thigh to the night air. The crew had long vanished, leaving us alone on the deck.
I nodded, breathless. “Then take it off me. I thought you didn’t like it for a second. You only stared at me.”
“If only you had any idea what was going through my head when I first saw you, fuck.”
Damien's eyes darkened. He scooped me up, carrying me to a shadowed corner near the cabin, where a low cabinet held linens and glasses.
He set me on the edge, the wood cool against my bare skin as he hiked my dress higher.
My heels dangled, and my legs parted instinctively.
His hands roamed, cupping my breasts through the fabric, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened. I arched, moaning softly. He kissed down my neck, sucking marks into my collarbone. “I have wanted this all night,” he growled, his voice rough.
“Then do it,” I urged, fingers in his hair.
He dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs wider. The dress bunched at my waist, exposing my pants. He hooked his fingers in the lace, yanking them down and off, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my pussy, already wet and aching.
Damien looked up, smirking. “So ready for me.”
Before I could reply, his mouth was on me. Tongue flat, he licked from bottom to top, slow and firm, tasting my folds. I cried out, gripping the cabinet edge. He sucked my clit gently, then harder, his fingers parting me wider. One slid inside, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Oh God, Damien,” I whimpered, my hips bucking.
He hummed against me, the vibration sending shocks through my core. His free hand gripped my ass, pulling me closer as he devoured me, licking, sucking, and thrusting his finger deeper. I was soaked, the sounds wet and obscene over the waves.
Tension built fast, my thighs trembling around his head.
“Come for me,” he murmured, adding a second finger, pumping steadily.
I shattered, my pussy clenching around him, waves of pleasure crashing on me. He didn't stop as he kept lapping every drop until I sagged, panting.
But he wasn't done. Standing, he unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard, and thick cock, the veins pulsing. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. I licked my lips, reaching for him. He groaned as I stroked, thumbing the head.
“Not yet,’' he said, lifting me off the cabinet.
He turned me, bending me over it, my hands bracing on the wood.
The dress still clung to my upper body, but my lower half was bare, ass up. He kicked my heels wider, spreading my stance open.
His cock nudged my entrance, teasing. “You want this, baby girl?”
“Yes, fuck me,” I begged, pushing back.
He thrust in, one hard stroke burying him deep. I moaned loudly, the stretch perfect, filling me completely. He paused, letting me adjust, his hands on my hips. Then he moved, and then pulled out slowly, slamming back in. The yacht rocked with us, adding to the rhythm.
“So tight,” he grunted, pace building. Each thrust hit deep, and hard, his cock dragging against my walls. I pushed back, meeting him, the slap of our skin echoing.
He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, while rubbing it in circles. Pleasure doubled, my second orgasm building. “Harder,” I gasped.
Damien obliged, pounding faster, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back gently. He leaned over, kissing my shoulder, and biting down. “Mine,” he whispered.
“Yours,’' I agreed, shattering again, my pussy squeezing him tight.
He followed, groaning my name, his cock pulsing as he came, the hot spurts filling me. We stayed locked, breathing heavy, the sea breeze cooling our sweat-slick skin.
He pulled out slowly, cum trickling down my thigh. Damien kissed my neck. “That was incredible.”
I smiled, turning to kiss him. “Dreams truly do come true.”
“What?” He chuckled.
“Nothing,” I laughed back.
We cleaned up quickly with wipes from the cabinet, fixed our clothes, panties tugged back up, and dress smoothed before heading below deck to our private cabin. The room was luxurious, with a king bed draped in white linens, portholes showing the dark sea.
Damien unzipped my dress, letting it pool at my feet. Naked, we tumbled onto the bed, his mouth latching onto my breast, sucking the nipple until it hardened. But by the day's end, we curled together and fell asleep to the yacht's gentle sway.
Hours later, I stirred awake, the cabin dim with predawn light filtering through the portholes. Damien wasn't beside me. Slipping from the sheets naked, I grabbed a silk robe from the chair, tying it loosely around my waist. A soft smile curved my lips as I thought of the night.
I had crossed off another bucket list item in the best fucking way.
I stepped out onto the deck, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. Damien stood at the far railing, his back to me, and his brows furrowed deep. One hand raked through his hair, the other held his phone.
“What is going on?” I asked, approaching.
He didn't answer. In fact, it was as if he was shielding his phone from me. “Nothing,” he said curtly, turning his back on me.
My smile faded. I crossed over to him again, snatching the phone from his hand before he could react. My eyes scanned the screen, and my shoulders dropped as I read the article. I breathed out slowly, a hollow feeling settling in my chest.
Of course, what had I been thinking? That I’d live happily for the rest of my life just because of the two weeks of excitement on this honeymoon?
“S… Serena,” Damien’s voice came up, soft and hesitant, his hand reaching for my arm.
On the screen was a picture of me and another man who was clearly Ryan, but of course, his face was blurred out. The headline blared;
“Cheat Alert! Billionaire Tycoon Damien Hale's New Wife Caught in Steamy Affair with Mystery Lover Just One Month Before Wedding.” The article painted me as the ultimate betrayer actively in a relationship with this 'other man,' juggling hearts, all while snagging the rich Damien Hale.
Quotes from anonymous sources called me a gold-digger, the photos grainy but damning.
My stomach twisted.
How did this resurface now?
No matter how good things felt, the past would always find a way to claw its way back in. To remind me that peace was never meant to last.
I laughed softly, bitterly, still staring at the screen.
God, I should have known.
I handed the phone back to him slowly, my fingers numb.