Chapter 3 Three
Chapter 3
Tessa's POV
Damien's lips were a revelation. They were firm, demanding, yet incredibly soft, tasting of whiskey and something uniquely him – a dark, intoxicating spice that ignited every nerve ending.
The kiss wasn't gentle; it was a hungry claim, a promise of the wildness he'd hinted at in the car.
My fingers, which had been gripping his hand, now tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. My body, already humming with anticipation, arched into his, confirming the unspoken desire that had been building between us.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a confidence that stole my breath. I responded without hesitation, a primal instinct taking over. This wasn't the hesitant, polite kisses I'd shared with my ex; this was a conflagration, a desperate dance of mouths and tongues that left me breathless and craving.
He broke the kiss, but only to murmur against my lips, "Ready, sweetie?" His eyes, dark and intense, burned into mine, reflecting the desire I knew was mirrored in my own.
I could only nod, my voice lost somewhere in the whirlwind of sensations.
He didn't wait. With a swift, powerful movement, he swept me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my dress riding high, exposing the bare skin he'd already explored.
He carried me effortlessly, his strength a thrilling contrast to my sudden vulnerability. The mansion's grand entrance, with its soaring ceilings and polished marble, was a blur as he moved with purpose, his scent enveloping me, pulling me deeper into his orbit.
He didn't take me to a bedroom. Instead, he carried me into a vast living area, dimly lit by the soft glow of a fireplace. A plush, oversized sofa, draped in dark velvet, beckoned. He lowered me onto it, his body following, pinning me gently beneath him.
"You're beautiful, Tessa," he whispered, his gaze raking over my flushed face, my parted lips, my heaving chest.
His fingers, long and elegant, traced the line of my jaw, then dipped to the delicate strap of my red gown. "And you're mine, tonight."
The possessiveness in his voice, rather than alarming me, sent a shiver of pure excitement down my spine.
This was what I wanted. This raw, unbridled desire, free from lies and pretense.
He leaned down, his lips trailing fire along my neck, down to my collarbone. My head fell back against the cushions, offering him full access.
A soft moan escaped me as his teeth gently nipped at the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. My hands, restless, found their way to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in my eagerness.
"Easy, angel," he chuckled, his voice husky. He pulled back just enough to watch my fumbling fingers. "Let me."
With practiced ease, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, dusted with dark hair that tapered down to his waistband.
My eyes devoured the sight, my breath catching in my throat. He was magnificent.
Then, his attention returned to my dress. The zipper slid down with a soft rasp, and the fabric, already thin, pooled around my waist. He paused, his eyes lingering on my lace-trimmed bra, then lower, to the bare skin of my stomach.
"No panties, just as I suspected," he murmured, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.
"You came prepared, didn't you, Tessa?"
My cheeks burned, but I met his gaze, a newfound boldness surging through me. "I did," I admitted, my voice surprisingly steady.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Good. Because I've been wanting to taste you since the moment you walked into that bar."
His hand, warm and firm, slid under my dress, pushing the fabric higher, until it was bunched around my hips. His fingers found the dampness between my legs, and I gasped, my hips instinctively arching into his touch.
He watched me, his eyes dark with a primal satisfaction, a hint of something almost predatory in their depths.
He didn't stop, continuing his masterful strokes until my body was a quivering mess, utterly spent.
Then, with a low groan, he shifted, his weight settling between my legs. I felt the hard, insistent press of his erection against my bare skin, a thrilling promise.
My legs parted wider, inviting him in. My heart hammered, a mixture of fear and exhilarating anticipation. This was it. The moment I had both dreaded and craved.
He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, almost possessive. "Tell me, Tessa. Do you want this?"
"Yes," I breathed, the word a desperate plea, raw and honest. "Please, Damien."
With a low groan, he pushed forward, slowly, deliberately. A sharp, unfamiliar pain, quickly followed by a rush of intense fullness, made me gasp. My nails dug into his shoulders, my body tensing. He paused, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of concern, or perhaps something else, in their golden depths.
"Look at me, Tessa," he commanded softly, his voice rough with emotion. "You're okay. Just breathe."
I met his gaze, and in his dark eyes, I saw not just desire, but a strange, almost protective intensity. He waited, letting my body adjust, letting the initial shock subside.
Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he was fully inside me.
A gasp tore from my throat, a mix of pain and an overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.
My body, once so tightly wound, began to relax around him, molding to his form.
He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt of pure sensation through me.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, meeting his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his.
The world narrowed to the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our ragged breaths, the intoxicating scent of our mingled desire.
This was nothing like I had imagined. It was more. More intense, more primal, more... everything.
He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue mirroring the rhythm of his hips.
My body tightened, the pressure building, building, until it became unbearable. A scream tore from my throat as the first orgasm ripped through me, a shattering, earth-shattering release that left me trembling and gasping for air.
He continued to move, driving me higher, pushing me past the edge, until a second, even more powerful wave crashed over me, leaving me utterly spent, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.
He collapsed onto me, his breath heavy against my neck, his body still thrumming with the aftermath of his own release. We lay there for a long moment, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the crackle of the dying fire.
"Tessa," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He lifted his head, his eyes, still dark with passion, searching mine.
"That was... incredible."
I could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. My body still tingled, my mind a blissful blank.
I had done it. I had given myself to a stranger, and it had been... everything I never knew I wanted.
He shifted, rolling onto his side, pulling me gently with him until I was nestled against his powerful chest. His arm wrapped around me, holding me close, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my ear.
The scent of him, a potent mix of sex, whiskey, and that unique, dark spice, filled my senses, making me feel safe, cherished, and utterly consumed.
The next morning
The sun hitting my face is what interrupts the blissful sleep that I'm currently having. With a groan, I turn my head away from the light and hit a hard surface that has my eyes jerking open.
My eyes narrow at the dark brown arm that's right up against my face because I'm currently snuggling against it. Blinking, I trace that arm up and meet Damien's face. That's when everything starts rushing back and I cover my mouth with my palm. I can't believe I went through with it. I did it. I lose my virginity with a stranger. A stranger who could wake up at any moment and see the blood stain on the bed. Explaining that to him is a scenerio that I'm definitely not looking forward to. This might be my first hookup but I'm well aware that the awkward morning talk is something that should be avoided at all cost.
Holding my breath, I peel my body away from him arm with my eyes fixed on his face. My breath rushes out of me once I successfully untangle my body from his.
Climbing out of the bed, I reach for my dress that was discarded on the ground and turn white when I find it shredded to bits. I think back to last night when Damien had been impatient to figure out how the dress works and had just ripped it off my body.
It was hot as fuck when he did it last night but with a clear mind, I'm wondering why the fuck didn't he just ask me to take it off?
Throwing the dress back onto the ground in annoyance, I look back at the bed and find Damien still fast asleep. Sighing in relief, I look around the massive room and start contemplating my next move when my gaze lands on the huge wardrobe pushed to the end of the room.
Without thinking about it, I rush over there and push the door open only to be met with different shades of suits and blazers. Does he live on just suits? Come to think of it, who goes to a club with suit? A few minutes of ruffling around in the wardrobe and I find a plain white t-shirt and some jeans shoved to the back of the wardrobe. Left with no other choice, I snatch the shirt t-shirt and quickly put it on while trying not to feel guilty about the fact that I'm basically stealing from Damien. That guilt dies when I realize that he can probably buy a million plain white t shirt if he chooses to. He isn't going to miss this one.
I tiptoe over to my purse on the chair on the room and pick it up. Then I walk over to the door and stop to grab a long brown coat that's hanging on a coat rack. He probably won't even notice that it's gone. Stepping out of the room, I quickly put on the coat and run towards the big door that led me into this my current nightmare.
Once I'm out of the house, I hail a cab and let out my first real breath once I'm safely tucked into the cab. I call out the address to the house I share with my soon to be ex boyfriend and sag into the seat in relief.
As the cab starts heading towards my destination, I open up my purse and bring out my phone. Turning it on, I gasp at the number of missed call. I have twelve of them from Anna, my best friend and twenty from Luke, my soon to be ex boyfriend.
Ignoring the calls from Luke, I click on Anna's name and press the call button.
Her phone barely rings for a second before she answers it. "Where the fuck have you being?!" Her loud voice flows through the speakers and into the tiny space in the cab. I whine and shoot the driver an apologetic smile when he looks at me through the mirror.
"I'm so sorry I didn't answer your calls," I beg, trying to pacify her.
"Why did you?" She hollers. "Also, where the fuck where you? Luke called and told me that you didn't go back to the apartment. He was really worried. Heck, we were all scared that something happened to you."
Guilt weighs down on my heart. Last night, the only thing on my mind was getting rid of my virginity. I didn't put any thoughts into calling Anna and telling her about my plans.
"First, I'm ok and I'm on my way back to my apartment."
"Where did you spend the night at?" The suspicion in her voice is clear as day.
The backseat of a cab is not the ideal place to retell my eventful night. Also, I could make out the view of my apartment up ahead. "Anna, I promise I'll tell you everything later but I really need to end this call."
"Are you alright?" She sounds concerned now and I smile. She might be mad at me but she will always put that aside is she thinks that I'm battling with something.
"I'm fine," I promise.
"Ok. You better call me back within the next hour or else, I'm matching over to your apartment and dragging you on the ground with your hair."
I laugh even though I'm not very sure that she means it as a joke. I say a quick goodbye and end the call.
The cab driver comes to a stop in front of my house and I hand him some cash and mutter a quick thanks.
Stepping out, I walk towards the house that I've lived in for the past two months. Turning the knob, I push the door open and walk in. I shut the door behind me and turn around to find a red faced Luke glaring at me.
"Who the fuck did you spend the night with?!"