So close, the force they were building was overwhelming. Damián felt as if his body could dissolve into atoms at any moment. The sensation was so intense that he wondered if he could even kill someone if Adam were to stop now. He climaxed, moaning, every muscle tensed. It was almost too much. "Almost."
"When Damián realized he was dissolving in pleasure, his body trembled, tormented by desire... Damián felt a desperate urgency. And then, with gratitude and tenderness, he leaned in and murmured; 'You're the first, the first man...'"
Adam pulled Damián's hair, drawing him closer as he commanded. With powerful thrusts, he hit a spot that turned moans into a long—and intense orgasm. Damián shuddered against him, his legs trembling. When Adam finally slowed down and looked at Damián, he saw his tousled hair and shining face.
'You're mine,' he muttered, continuing the intense movement inside Damián. Each thrust was a testament to his voracious desire. I love you, Damián," Adam whispered, his words laden with sincerity and emotion.
Damián lifted his gaze to meet Adam's eyes. "He choked on the words. To him, it was just ABO sex."
Damián closed his eyes at Adam's touch, lascivious, lascivious...
Damián was so aroused that when Adam positioned pillows under his gleaming belly—the ensuing motion was long and delicious. They started slowly. When Damián felt he was nearing climax, Adam withdrew and let the heat diminish. And then he started again, guiding with one hand and feeding the fire of pleasure at the same intensity. Damián began to move his hips, shouting. It was like administering lunatic ecstasies.
The night gave way to a new day, the first rays of sun gently illuminating the world. The room was enveloped in serenity, a contrast to the tempestuous passion that had unfolded hours ago.
As dawn emerged, Adam and Damián were entwined, their bodies seeking warmth and solace in each other's arms. Traces of their shared ecstasy floated in the air, an invisible bond connecting them in the aftermath of their intimacy.
Slowly, as the morning light intensified, Damián awakened. His eyes opened, reflecting contentment and vulnerability. He gazed at Adam, feeling a newly discovered closeness that left him uncertain.
Damián pondered the intensity of their recent experience, seeking a scientific, logical, and physiological explanation for the profound connection they had shared. As he contemplated neurotransmitters and chemical reactions, he acknowledged that, no matter how much he tried to decipher, there was an ineffable dimension in that bond that transcended any rational analysis.
The new day emerged with the promise of renewal. The dawn painted the sky with soft strokes of pink and orange, as the sun ascended on the horizon. In the majestic dining hall of the mansion, the tables presented themselves as true works of art, meticulously set and adorned with arrangements of fresh flowers. Impeccably dressed waiters glided among the guests, their trays filled with delicacies that promised a feast for the senses.
Damián and Adam, wearing more casual attire after the night of passion they had shared, moved gracefully among the guests. The curious glances and discreet whispers that circulated revealed the group's perception of the shift in dynamics within that circle.
As they took their seats at one of the tables, engaged in animated conversation with Aster and Lord Mallet, a murmur of excitement rippled through the hall like an electric current. All attention converged on the entrance, where Callum entered with a magnetic presence. A subtle smile played on his lips, radiating a calm yet overwhelming confidence.
Callum's warm greetings to those he encountered were accompanied by friendly words, leaving a trail of charm and elegance. He approached the table where Aster and Lord Mallet were seated, and their gazes met in an exchange of subtle yet profound meanings. It was as if there was a shared understanding, a harmony that transcended words.
As Callum engaged in the conversation at the table, the trio of young observers—Henry, Ava, and Mia—couldn't help but notice the shift in the group's dynamics with his presence. The expressions on the faces of the three were revealing. Mia, with her eyes filled with a hope that constantly struggled for Callum's notice and recognition; Henry, whose envy of Damián was almost palpable; and Ava, who maintained a haughty posture, as if she believed herself superior to the orphan who now shared an equal space.
The radiant sun reflected on the crystal-clear waters as the majestic yacht Kadman, christened "Eclipse," gently sliced through the azure sea. The wind played with the waves, creating a sense of freedom and tranquility. Onboard, a select group of guests gathered for a day of leisure and camaraderie.
Adam and Damián, enjoying the space at the prow, shared secret smiles and glances laden with meaning. Beside them, Aster and Callum engaged in lively conversation, seeming more at ease together than ever before. Behind them, Henry and Ava, Callum's cousins, exchanged veiled looks of superiority, observing the rest of the group with a mixture of curiosity and arrogance.
Further ahead, Mia, Matt, Adam's cousins, and Penny, a close friend of Mia's, formed a small core of conversation, laughing and sharing stories as they enjoyed the sea breeze. The seven additional youths, children of other guests, also blended into the scene, each bringing their own personality and energy to the group.
The atmosphere was light and relaxed, with the yacht offering a range of entertainment options. While some chose to dive into the crystal-clear waters and explore the nearby reefs, others indulged in the joy of aquatic activities such as jet skiing and paddleboarding. The gourmet cuisine offered onboard elevated the experience even further, with a buffet brimming with delicious delicacies.
As the yacht excursion continued, Ava and Mia took advantage of the picturesque setting to capture memorable moments. With their smartphones in hand, they observed Callum and Aster engaged in animated conversation at the edge of the deck, enjoying the gentle breeze and the maritime landscape.
Ava turned to Mia with a mischievous smile and whispered, "Hey, how about we take some pictures of them? You know, just to tease them a bit."
Mia laughed, enthusiastically agreeing. The two girls then began to snap several photos of Callum and Aster, capturing their genuine smiles, conspiratorial glances, and affectionate gestures. Each image was a visual testament to the connection between them, a record of that unexpected harmony.
As Ava and Mia took the photos, they exchanged playful and knowing glances. It was as if they were sharing a secret, a playful game that only they understood. Each click was a deliberate act of provocation, a way to poke at Clarice and challenge the imposed conventions.
After assembling a collection of photos, Ava and Mia looked at each other, smirking maliciously. In a conspiratorial tone, Mia said, "I think we have enough material to pique Clarice's curiosity a bit."
With a deft touch on their smartphones, they sent the photos directly to Clarice's number. It was a visual message, a subtle reminder that things were changing, that Callum had moved on and found a new path.
The yacht continued its tranquil course as Ava and Mia exchanged playful glances. They knew they had stirred up a small storm, a gentle breeze that would ripple the calm waters of Clarice's life. And somehow, that brought them a sense of satisfaction and freedom, a silent victory amidst the waves.
On the deck of the luxurious yacht Eclipse, Callum, and Adam were preparing to explore the ocean depths with the small submarines on board.
"This is something I've been looking forward to," Adam said with a smile, looking at the equipped and ready-to-go submarines. Callum nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
They descended to the platform where the submarines were anchored, dressed in diving gear and ready to embark.
The moment they were alone, Damian turned his eyes to Aster and said calmly:
"Don't let yourself get caught up in any passions or feelings that have no place with Callum. Keep your defenses up."
"Forget your 'Wendy Syndrome.'"
"I am different from you; my nature has always led me to fleeting encounters, to renewing interests and moving on. So I always knew how to tell if I was loved or just wanted, if only for brief moments. Aster, you are one of those who, when in love, love for a lifetime.
Damián continued firmly:
"I am telling you that before you save anyone, you must first save yourself!"
Aster felt the bitter taste of ashes in his mouth. He did not want to lose his feelings for Emma; those feelings and memories were his refuge, his shield.
"Don't worry, I understand..." Aster stressed.
It seems that this is our last mission!
Last mission?" Mia asked, looking directly at Aster.
Damián replied, not sparing any sarcasm: "I thought this sort of thing was out of fashion, eavesdropping on other people's conversations. It's so clichéd and corny."
Ava joins the discussion, looks directly at Damián, and then says firmly, "How dare you? We are people of class, choose your words carefully! You orphan, rising above your position, it's almost an insult to those who were born entitled to all this.
You don't belong here, no matter how hard you try to fit in." Her voice carries a tone of contempt, as if the mere presence of Damián and Aster is an affront to their worldview.
Damián looks at Ava for a moment, as if pondering her words, and then lets out an exaggerated laugh. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize we were the villains or sub-villains of the weekend," he says with obvious sarcasm.
"But you're right, every story needs its protagonists, antagonists, and villains, right?" His answer is full of ironic humor, as if playing with her words.
Aster: (with a smile) Oh, how sweet you all are, lucky me to have found such a strange trio like you. Let me guess: Protagonists? Not exactly.
Antagonists? Well, to be honest, I think we're a bit far away from that. But villains... Ah, villains have that challenging touch, a dark area that needs to be mastered. And you three? Well, you have the aura of sub-villains, but you need to step up.
Aster seemed to be deliberately ignoring the actual meaning of what was said.