Chapter 58 Two Become one.
THIRD PERSON’S POV
Damian watched as the workers moved about, carrying boxes of clothes and accessories, picture frames, and flower vases.
Serena had instructed that no one would sleep until they were done setting it up.
Apparently, that was Damian’s punishment.
He lifted a glass of water to his lips as he observed Edith, Trisha, and Serena directing the staff, telling them what belonged where.
“Ma’am, we’re done with the room,” one of the butlers called out.
“Really?” Serena replied, walking over to him. “That’s perfect.”
She turned to the rest of the workers. “Alright, everyone. Since the room has been prepared and it’s quite late, I think we should all go get some rest and continue in the morning. Thank you.”
Slowly, the maids and butlers dispersed, retreating to their quarters.
Trisha walked over to Serena. “Alright, girl. I’m going to go crash for a bit, okay?”
“Yeah, you should have gone to bed sooner, Trisha. Remember, you’re still healing,” she said, kissing her on both cheeks.
Trisha nodded briefly at Damian, then disappeared down the hall within seconds.
When they were alone Serena smiled up at Damian. “We don’t have to be in love to share a bed Damian.” She said.
“I didn’t give you another section of the house because I was scared to share a room, Serena.” He groaned.
She moved closer to him, “why did you do it then?”
He exhaled, “I did it because I wanted you to be comfortable.”
They were standing mere inches apart now.
Slowly, Serena asked, “And who said sleeping next to you would be uncomfortable?”
Damian took in another breath, the air turned hot all of a sudden.
“Isn’t it?” He asked, his voice deep, laced with sleep.
She looked up at him, her eyes staring straight into his, “the last night we spent together was any but uncomfortable.” She whispered in his ears.
His breath hitched, he bit his lips slowly, still holding her stare.
“What are you trying to start, Serena?” He groaned.
She took her eyes off his for a second and looked down. She grinned, and looked back up, “what are you trying to start ?”’she said slowly, seductively.
Damian followed her stare and glanced down.
He cursed softly under his breath.
His body had reacted before he could stop it. The tension between them wasn’t just emotional anymore.
“Careful,” he murmured, lifting his eyes back to hers. “You’re playing a game you shouldn’t.”
She smirked and stepped closer.
"Are you going to punish me?"
A low sound rumbled in Damian's chest.
He caught her wrist and led her silently into the room.
The door shut behind them with a soft click.
In one swift movement, he turned her and pinned her back against the door.
Her breath hitched.
He captured her hands, holding them firmly as his body pressed closer,close enough for her to feel exactly what she had done to him.
His voice dropped, hoarse at the edges, “do you feel that?” He breathed in her ear. “You have no idea what you are asking for, Serena.”
She pulled her hands from his grasp and slowly sank to her knees.
Her fingers brushed his belt buckle ,fondling with it. Then she looked up at him through her lashes.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
The challenge in her voice was unmistakable.
Damian’s breath caught when her mouth wrapped around him. His head tipped back, a low exhale escaping his lips as his hand instinctively found her hair.
His hands on her tightened, guiding her closer, not forcing, not demanding but directing.
She coughed, pulling back instinctively.
She tried to pull back, but his grip held her, steady, when he looked down at her again, his eyes darkened
“Careful,” he murmured. “You can take it, just go slowly.” He said while gently massaging her head.
Her confidence returned. She leaned in again, slower this time, tasting him, claiming him.
Her wet mouth creating a moist trail along his shaft.
A soft moan escaped Damian’s lips, when Serena started to bop her head faster, her movement growing bolder.
“Come,” he murmured, picking her up with one hand.
Before they reached the bed, his other hand brushed over her, removing the last of her clothes and only leaving her in her lace bra.
He laid her down carefully, close enough that every brush of skin sent shivers through both of them.
Slowly, he spread her legs apart, revealing her throbbing center.
He lifted his index finger to his lips and sucked on it, his eyes steadily on hers, watching her. Then slowly he dipped the finger into her.
A low sound escaped her, soft and pleading, and he leaned closer, letting the tension build.
One finger became two.
Serena’s knees gave in, spreading further apart for him.
In the next couple of minutes she filled the room with the soft sounds that left her lips.
Damian’s fingers dug deeper forcing her to clutch onto him.
“Oh…Damian,” she whispered faintly. Love trembling.
Then, suddenly, he pulled back.
Panic flared in her chest, and she opened her eyes, worried she had said something she shouldn’t have.
When her eyes found him again, his tongue was mere inches away from her most sensitive member.
She arched her back expectantly.
At first he only used the tip of his tongue, flicking the coldness along her clits.
And then his whole mouth claimed her, eating her out with a wild ravaging hunger.
Damian moved with a predator’s grace, and in an instant, he was on his feet again.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and hard.
Serena obeyed without hesitation, turning smoothly so her back was to him.
The sight made him catch his breath, the tension between them sharp and electric.
“Good gi,” he murmured, low and rough, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
She felt the familiar heat building, anticipation coiling in her.
Damian took position behind her, and carefully leaning in.
Her insides wrapped around him like a custom made glove.
The air between them hummed, heavy with tension, that left her breathless and wanting more.