Chapter 11

"Hmm…" Samantha muttered when she felt someone tickling her femininity.

Her eyes were still closed. She was still sleepy, and her body was still tired. After what Damon had done to her in front of the sink, he'd claimed her several more times inside his room. He'd fucked her over and over again, just like he had the second time they'd done it.

"Oh!" she moaned when she felt something ghost over her hole.

Breathlessly, she opened her eyes. She was sure that there was something between her legs, so she quickly removed the blanket that covered her naked body. She was shocked when she saw that it was not something between her thighs—it was someone.

And who was that someone? It was none other than Damon.

Damon seemed to notice that she was now awake, so he raised his head and greeted her with a big grin and mischievous eyes. The corner of his lips was wet. And she was sure that she was the one who had caused it, or rather, her womanhood was.

Her cheeks blushed at the thought.

"Good, you're awake. Now the real fun can begin," Damon said, still grinning.

And she had to admit, Damon looked so hot.

Samantha bit her lower lip as she stared at him. She couldn't find any words to say.

Maybe her body and her mind had finally stopped resisting. Maybe her mind and body had gotten tired of resisting Damon because they knew that in the end, she would still give in.

She would just end up wanting more, like she always did.

She averted her gaze.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked in a small voice, not even caring that Damon was still in between her parted legs.

Jesus, Samantha, you really must be out of your mind.

Damon's grin widened. "I'm having breakfast." His mischievous answer made her cheeks even redder.

"Quit joking, Damon. Aren't you tired of this yet?" she asked.

Damon licked his wet lips, staring right into her eyes. Then he grinned. "How can I get tired of such a delicious dish?" he answered.

And before she could say anything else, Damon firmly grasped both of her thighs, parting them even more. Then he dived back into her pussy.

Using two fingers, he parted her slit and proceeded to lick her hole, especially her clit, making her shudder.

"Ohh!" she moaned loudly when Damon lightly bit her clitoris. Her body trembled.

She tweaked his hair. She still couldn't believe what Damon had made her feel yesterday, and it seemed like he wanted to make her feel that scary but delicious sensation again.

She pulled at his hair when he once again nibbled her swollen clitoris before licking it. Then he inserted his middle and index fingers inside her wet cunt.

"Ohh! Ahh! Damon…ohhh!" she moaned loudly as his fingers began to move inside her womanhood while he bit and licked her clitoris.

She already had both her hands buried in Damon's hair. She wanted to pull her thighs together because of the delicious sensation she was feeling, but she couldn't.

She never stopped moaning. Sometimes she would sit up, still tweaking Damon's hair, but she would then immediately lie down again. Her body was sweating, and she was gasping for breath. Then she finally came, moaning loudly as her back arched.

She thought Damon was done pleasuring her, but she was wrong. Because when Damon removed his fingers from her femininity, his tongue quickly took over and began to thrust in and out again.

It seemed like Damon planned to tire her out every single day of their stay on the island.

***

"Can't we go home?" Samantha asked Damon.

They were both in the living room. Damon was reading a book, but Samantha was bored because she had nothing to do. No television, no cell signal, no other places to visit. She was bored to death!

"Do you have any suggestions for how we can get home?" Damon asked, his attention still on the book he was reading.

"You brought me here, so you should be the one to find a way to get home," she answered with a frown on her face.

Damon stopped reading and closed his book. He crossed his arms and turned to her. "And why would I do that? Didn't I tell you that I wanted the two of us to stay here? So why would I bother finding a way for us to go home?" he said seriously.

She stared back at him seriously. They stared into each other's eyes. "You're being selfish, Damon. My parents are waiting for me to come home. Did you ever think they might worry about me?"

She was restless. She was sure that her parents were already worried. After just one night out, her parents had been worried. How much more worried were they now that almost a week had passed? She hadn't been able to contact them either.

"Are your parents the only ones you're worried about? Aren't you worried about your boyfriend as well?" Damon said coldly, and that cold voice could only mean one thing: He was angry. Furious even.

"How did Alfred get into this conversation?" she asked with a frown.

"Isn't he one of the reasons you want to go home? Because you want to be with him?"

"And what if I say yes? You can't blame me for that, Damon. He is my boyfriend. And I'm sure he's one of the people who cares enough about me to be worried," she answered honestly.

"Then all the more reason for me not to do anything to get us out of here," Damon answered and then opened his book back up to the page he had been reading. That was where he focused his attention once more.

Samantha felt angry, but she calmed herself down. She had learned her lesson. She already knew that no matter what she said, Damon wouldn't listen to her. They might even end up fucking each other again, which was what always seemed to happen when they argued.

She took a deep breath. "What else do you want from me, Damon? Haven't you already gotten everything?" she asked.

"Says who? I haven't gotten EVERYTHING I want from you yet, Samantha," he answered, looking at her again. "As long as your boyfriend still occupies your heart and mind, as long as you still won't completely surrender your body to me, as long as you still refuse to break up with him, then I haven't gotten everything I want."

Samantha couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She couldn't believe him. It was still not clear what Damon wanted from her. Did he like her? Did he love her? But that was impossible! How could you fall in love with someone you just met? How could you fall in love with someone who was only meant to be a one-night stand?

Her mouth opened. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. It was like she had run out of words to say.

"So don't ask me to take you home, Samantha. Not now." Damon stopped reading for a moment and looked at her. "Ask me again when you've given me everything I want. You see, it all depends on you," he said and then went back to reading.

And since there was nothing else she wanted from Damon, she left him. She went to her bedroom and lay down on her bed.

She stared at the ceiling. She was so confused. Her brain wanted different things than her body wanted. Her mind was telling her to distance herself from Damon, not to let him touch her again. Her mind was telling her to think about Alfred and only Alfred. Her mind was telling her that she should feel guilty. That she had betrayed Alfred. That what she'd done with Damon could be considered cheating. But her body wanted something else. She couldn't deny that. She finally accepted that her body wanted Damon, that her body had begun to long for the warmth and pleasure he gave her. Slowly, her body was becoming addicted to Damon. And that was exactly what she was afraid of.

What if she stopped believing that this was just a mistake? What if she lost herself completely and hurt Alfred? She didn't want that to happen.

That was why she had been trying to deny her body as much as she could. But every time their bodies came together, every time Damon's hands caressed her sensitive skin, she lost her sanity. She always got carried away by the heat Damon made her feel.

She never thought she would be this weak and fragile in the face of lust.

She was still lost in thought when suddenly, the door to her room opened, and without warning, Damon entered.

He smirked and stared at her intently.

"What do you want now?" she asked tiredly. Her thoughts had exhausted her.

"Let's cook together," Damon said.

Her forehead furrowed.

Why did he want them to cook together? What had gotten into him?

"Do it yourself. I don't know how to cook," she answered, boredom in her voice.

It was true. She didn't know how to cook. Well, if it was just frying an egg or heating up a hotdog, she could do that. But she didn't know how to do anything else. Also, oil was her mortal enemy—one of the many reasons she no longer bothered to ask her mother to teach her how to cook.

"That's why I'm going to teach you. You're bored, aren't you? So get your ass up and follow me," Damon said, turning and leaving without waiting for her answer.

"Get up, Samantha! Don't make me come get you," she heard Damon scream from down the hall.

She rolled her eyes.

It seemed like threatening her had become one of Damon's habits.

She let out a long sigh before getting up. She didn't want to follow Damon, but she knew that he wasn't above carrying her to the kitchen himself if she didn't do what he said.

She left her room and went to the kitchen, where she found Damon. He was preparing the ingredients that they would be using, wearing a pink apron with a Hello Kitty design.

Samantha immediately covered her mouth. She felt like laughing. She never thought she would see him like this. She never thought that Damon would wear a pink apron, especially not one with a Hello Kitty design. Hello Kitty? That didn't match his personality at all.

Damon hadn't noticed her yet, so she faked a cough to get his attention. And she succeeded.

Damon was surprised when he looked back at her. She smirked as she passed her gaze over the apron he was wearing.

"Nice apron. It looks good on you," she said, grinning and making Damon blush.

She was taken aback by Damon's reaction.

Now, that was a first. Damon Rei Anderson was blushing in embarrassment.