Chapter 8

"What are you doing?" Samantha asked Damon loudly when she realized that he was not asleep.

She forcefully removed his hand, which had been fondling her breast.

Damon groaned, then said, "Shh…stop moving. I'm sleeping." He spoke in a fake sleepy voice, putting his arm around her waist.

"Yeah, right! Sleepy, my ass! Get your hand off my breast, you asshole!" she said in an irritated tone, then tried to remove Damon's arm from her waist again.

"No," Damon replied, then pressed his face into her neck, which made her eyes widen in surprise.

"What the hell are you—" But she was not able to continue because Damon suddenly licked the lower part of her neck, making her gasp.

"I wanna taste you," Damon said in a hoarse voice as his lips trailed from her collarbone to her jaw.

"Stop this, Damon. It's not funny!" she said firmly as she continued pulling at Damon's arm, but it seemed to be glued to her waist, and no matter what she did, she couldn't remove it.

"Get the hell—" For the second time, Samantha was not able to finish what she was saying because, in the blink of an eye, Damon was on top of her, surprising the hell out of her.

Damon had a playful grin on his face. But there was no denying that it was burning lust in his eyes as he stared at her.

She gasped again in surprise when Damon pressed his lower body against hers, letting her feel his pulsing cock. And he seemed to like her reaction because his grin widened.

"You feel it, don't you?" he asked naughtily, bringing his face closer to hers until their lips were only a few inches apart. "Tell me, Samantha. Don't you miss this?" he asked playfully as he pressed his manhood into her abdomen even more. But his playful and naughty voice was immediately replaced with a lusty one when he asked another question. "Don't you miss this thrusting inside of you?" Damon said, his breath fanning over her face.

No, Samantha. Never allow yourself to make the same mistake twice, she silently told herself.

Samantha was about to push Damon away, but before her palms could touch his chest, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head using only his left hand.

"What are you going to do? Force me to have sex with you? Rape me? How low are you willing to go, Damon? Are you so thirsty for sex that you would abuse me?" Samantha asked one question after another through gritted teeth.

But Damon just grinned. "Rape is a very strong word, woman. You know I've never forced you, and I never will. If something happens between us right now, it'll be because we both want it. Just like that night," Damon said confidently.

She tried to pull her hands out of his grip, but it was too strong. And instead of loosening his hold on her hands, he tightened it.

"You son of a bi—"

"Shh!" Damon's index finger touched her lips, silencing her. "Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes, Samantha. And in ten minutes, if you still don't like what I'm doing, which I highly doubt, I'll stop. And tomorrow morning, I'll find a way to get us home. But if you give in to me before the ten minutes are up, you have to let me do anything and everything I want to do to you and your body."

The anger Samantha was feeling for Damon only intensified.

She struggled again to get out of his grip. "You think I'd agree to that? You haven't driven me that crazy yet, Damon."

"What? Are you scared?" Damon asked, grinning.

"Why would I be scared? I don't even like you—"

"But you like my body," Damon quickly said, cutting her off before gently caressing her cheek with his free hand. "Stop denying this, Samantha. You may have forgotten, but you immediately gave yourself to me the first night we met. Admit it, Samantha, you're lusting over me just as much as I'm lusting over you. You want me to fuck you, hard and until you're out of breath. Just like that night."

Her pinned hands clenched. She was angry. She was angry because what Damon had said was true. She was angry because he always seemed to slap her with the truth. She was angry because he always reminded her of the mistake she'd made.

"So, shall we start our ten-minute deal?" Damon said.

And before she could answer, he claimed her lips.

Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. She was still struggling to get out of his grip, but she stopped when he suddenly bit her lower lip, causing her to gasp. Damon immediately took advantage. He slid his tongue inside her mouth.

"Mmm!" she groaned, but she didn't pull away.

Damon deepened the kiss even more. His playful tongue teased her tongue, tempted it to play along. Samantha closed her eyes firmly. Damon was just kissing her, but it felt different. Her body was restless. She was slowly becoming breathless. And Damon seemed to notice. He suddenly stopped kissing her. But it was just a trick because his lips claimed hers again. He played with her tongue again, and she tried so hard not to respond to his kisses.

She felt her body start to heat up, and gradually, her composure weakened, especially because Damon's tongue continued urging her to play with fire. She didn't realize that, little by little, she was getting carried away with what he was doing. Before she knew it, she was already responding to his kisses.

Damon had destroyed the defenses she'd established. This was why even being close to Damon was impossible. Because she knew how easy it was for him to break her defenses.

Damon stopped kissing her, and they both lay there, gasping for breath. Their lips were only about a hand's breadth away from each other, so they could feel each other's hot breath. She could also see just how intense the lust in Damon's eyes was.

"You lost control, sweetheart. Again," Damon said and once again claimed her lips.

This time, not even a second passed before Samantha responded to Damon's kiss.

They feasted on each other's mouths, their tongues fighting for dominance. Gradually, Damon's grip on her hands loosened, his other hand slowly traveling under the shirt she was wearing. Damon felt her chest, breasts still covered by her bra.

"Oh!" she moaned as Damon released her lips and dropped kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

With her mouth slightly open, she looked up and let Damon plant small kisses on her neck.

"Oh…" she softly moaned again when Damon lightly bit her neck. The hand that was inside her shirt recklessly lowered her bra without removing it.

Samantha's breathing quickened, and her heartbeat increased as Damon's fingers began to play with her nipple. The hand that had been holding her hands was also starting to travel to her lower body.

Using only one hand, Damon expertly undid her jeans and found her femininity, which was still covered by her panties. His fingers caressed her womanhood. His index finger felt her slit, making her shiver, and Damon seemed to like her body's reaction.

He started rubbing her slit, up and down, while his lips remained on her neck. Samantha couldn't help but tug at Damon's hair as his hands continued to worship her private parts. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as Damon's finger pressed hard on her clitoris over her panties. Her body trembled at the sensation.

She tightened her grip on Damon's hair when his finger made an in-and-out gesture, as if he was already fucking her with his finger. She bit her lower lip hard; she was already starting to gasp.

From her neck, Damon's lips returned to her jaw. He bit her jaw, and for no apparent reason, she liked it. Then he looked into her eyes. His eyes were on fire. She could see lust and passion in them.

He bit her lower lip without taking his eyes off her. "I want you," he said lustfully.

Samantha didn't answer, but it seemed that Damon already knew what she wanted to say.

Damon removed his hands from her breast and womanhood, then sat in between her parted legs. And without saying a word, he lifted her legs and pulled her jeans down to her knees. Her panties were lowered by him as well.

Her heartbeat quickened even more. And she couldn't deny it anymore: she was getting excited.

Damon inserted himself between her thighs and her pants, his eyes on her naked femininity.

Samantha bit her lower lip as she stared at Damon, who was intently staring at her womanhood.

He looked so sexy.

Samantha had already completely forgotten that what they were doing was wrong. She had completely forgotten that this shouldn't happen. She had completely forgotten what she'd kept on telling herself.

From her femininity, Damon's gaze rose, returning to her face. Their eyes met, both blazing with lust.

"I have been waiting for this. And this time, I won't hold back. So you better prepare yourself, sweetheart," Damon said, and then she felt two of his fingers slowly enter her, making her stop breathing.

When the entire length of Damon's fingers had finally penetrated her, he grinned mischievously. "You are so wet, so ready for me," he said in a hoarse voice before beginning to move his fingers.

At first, they moved in and out of her pussy in a very slow and gentle manner, like he was just teasing her. She didn't like it; it only made her want more.

Her breathing was already fast. She wanted more. She wanted it fast, but she held back. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from saying the words she was sure would embarrass her once she was back to her senses.

She wouldn't ask him. She wouldn't beg him. She never would. But it seemed like she wouldn't have to anymore because Damon's fingers had already started moving faster.

In and out. In and out. In and out. That's what Damon's fingers did inside her wet femininity. Repeatedly.

"Ohh! Ahh!" Samantha moaned, her hands clinging tightly to the bed, her eyes still closed.

The pleasure that Damon's fingers were giving her was too much for her to take. She felt like she could explode at any moment.

"Oh shit!" she screamed when one of Damon's fingers also started to play with her clitoris while the others continued to move inside her pussy.

"Ohh! Ah! Ah! Ahh!"

Her body started squirming. She was restless. She couldn't control herself anymore. She couldn't stop her mouth from moaning so loud.

She felt her impending explosion. She knew that with just a few more thrusts of Damon's fingers, she would finally explode.

But before that could happen, Damon removed his fingers from her femininity and immediately replaced them with his pulsating manhood, making her gasp as she felt how his big, long cock stretched the insides of her pussy.