Damon watched her as she peacefully slumbered after their passionate lovemaking. She looked so innocent as if no one would suspect what had transpired between them. Tenderly, he brushed his hand against her cheek, admiring her beauty. As he kissed her neck, a frown creased his brow. He hadn't marked her last night, and he longed for her approval to make her his forever. While she was already connected to him on a deep level, he believed that marking her would symbolize his possession.
"Damon?" she yawned, her pretty eyes slowly fluttering open. "Good morning." Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but lick my lips as her cheeks reddened. It was clear that the memory of our night together had flashed in her mind.
She pulled the quilt up to her face, only leaving her eyes visible. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my tone slightly concerned. "Ava? Don't tell me you're feeling shy now."
"I just need to go to the bathroom," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "I feel sticky, so I'll go and quickly take a bath."
"All right, but kiss me first before you go," I said, leaning forward. She obliged and planted a quick kiss on my lips before turning around. However, I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her by the head, gently turning her attention back to me. "When I say kiss me, I want it like this." I crushed my lips down on hers, causing her to gasp. It took her a few seconds to respond, but I knew I couldn't get enough of this incredible woman.
Deepening the kiss, I found myself moaning, unable to resist her. I had only just tasted her yesterday, and all I wanted was to experience it again and again. Breaking the kiss, I whispered, "Are you sore?" She nodded, confirming my suspicions, before attempting to get off the bed. However, the moment she tried to stand, she stumbled and fell.
"Ouch!" she yelped in pain.
"You're so silly," I chuckled, lifting her in my arms. "Since when did you become so clumsy?" I asked, teasingly.
Ava pouted her lips and playfully hit my chest. "It's all your fault, Damon. You made me all weak and helpless," she said, her eyes trailing down to my bare chest. "And you're naked?" she added, raising an eyebrow. I nodded, giving her a mischievous grin, before making our way to the bathroom.
"Why do you ask, Ava? Are you feeling shy now?" I inquired, wondering about her sudden behavior change.
"No, Damon, it's not that. It's just..." she paused, biting her lower lip. "I'm just not entirely happy." The moment those words left her mouth, my heart clenched in my chest.
Swallowing hard, I looked at her intently as we entered the bathroom. "Ava, are you regretting what we did?" I asked, concerned about her feelings.
"Oh no, Damon, no. I didn't mean for it to sound that way," she quickly replied. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "It's just that when we were making love," she hesitated and averted her eyes to my chest instead of meeting my gaze directly. "I passed out, and I know I shouldn't have. You're probably disappointed with me. I was..." Her words trailed off, filled with self-doubt.
Cutting her off, I chuckled softly. Was this what she was worried about? I might not have enjoyed the experience because she had passed out. Well, at least she was happy with the fact that we had made love. "Sugar," I called, gently lowering her into the large bathtub. Leaning in close, I kissed her neck softly. "You passing out means that I gave you enough pleasure that your body couldn't handle it," I whispered, taking her nipple into my mouth, causing her to moan. I bit, licked, and sucked before withdrawing. "It made me ecstatic, and I am proud of the fact that I did a good job," I reassured her, my voice filled with tenderness.
"Really? For a moment there, I thought I was a complete failure in bed. And I'm not your sugar, you know," she replied, slightly exasperated.
"But you taste like one, baby girl," I winked, playfully teasing. "Down there, you're so sweet that I would want to bury my head there all day." Stepping back, I ran my hand through my hair. "Fuck! I want you again, Ava. Please, just tell me you're not too sore."
"I am sore, Damon, and it's all thanks to you," she snapped back, her nipples visibly hardening. "Right now, I just need a bath, and you keep staring, which is making me quite uncomfortable."
I shrugged, pretending nonchalance. "Ain't nothing I haven't seen. I've seen it all."
"Fine!" She grabbed the soap, and I watched as she washed her body. The way she touched her breasts with the sponge and then moved lower to her thighs, ass, and legs. My cock kept dripping precum into the water, and I knew I had to have her again.
Saying nothing, I watched as she stepped out of the tub, searching for the towel. "Where is it?" she turned in my direction, but I remained silent, pretending my eyes were closed as if I wasn't breathing. "Damon?" she called out, concerned. Still, there was no reply. "Damon?" She rushed back into the bathtub and touched my chest to see if I was still alive.
"I'm fine, silly," I replied, opening my eyes. She hit my chest hard, and damn, it hurt. "Sorry."
"Don't play such games with me," she scolded, a mix of worry and annoyance in her voice.
"You're the one playing games with me, Ava," I said, moving my hands to her waist as I pulled her closer. "I want you, I want you right fucking now."
"But what if I pass out again?" she asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"You won't," I reassured her, my voice filled with determination.
"Will it still hurt?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry.
"No, silly," I replied, licking my lips. "It will be so good, you won't want me to stop."
"Okay, so are we going back to the bedroom?" she asked, seemingly relieved.
"No, baby girl," I said, stepping out of the bathtub and dragging her with me. "I want you right here," I instructed her to place her hands in a certain position and to bend down. Her face turned as red as a tomato, clearly nervous. "Are you nervous, Ava?" I asked, testing the waters.
She shook her head, trying to hide her discomfort. Then I asked, "Are you wet?" Again, she shook her head, indicating otherwise.
Touching her ass, I noticed how she shuddered beneath my touch. With a smile on my face, I fell to my knees. "Spread your legs a little for me, sugar," I commanded.
"Damon, what...," she began to question, surprised by my actions.
"Do it," I interrupted my voice firm. It took her a few seconds, but then she spread her legs as I had requested. And that was all the invitation I needed. Licking her clit, she moaned, and I couldn't help but comment, "You taste so good, Ava, like fucking sugar." I gripped her ass, burying my face between her thighs, licking, biting, sucking, and indulging in the taste as her juices flowed.
"Oh my god, Damon," she moaned. "I think I'm about to... Ohhhhh!!!" Just as her orgasm hit her hard, I stood up and watched her shake uncontrollably. I didn't give her much time to recover, though, before thrusting myself inside her.
My hands moved to her hips as I thrust in and out of her, our bodies joining together in blissful harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans, with only our pleasure as the soundtrack. "So tight," I growled. "You're so fucking tight, Ava."
I gave her a playful slap on her ass, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Her moans grew louder, signaling her escalating pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, but I couldn't come without her. Using my finger, I skillfully teased her clit, pushing her over the edge into a mind-shattering climax. And with her release, I couldn't hold back any longer and followed suit.
As I pulled out of her, I caught her before she could fall, lifting her in my arms and carrying her to the bathtub to wash up before we headed back to the bedroom. "You're suddenly acting caring," she remarked, confusion evident in her voice.
"Shut up, silly," I replied, dropping her gently on the bed, a smirk playing on my lips. "I care about you a lot, you just weren't paying attention."
Ava stared at me, watching as I kept my gaze fixed on the closet, searching for a dress that would fit her. Feeling bold, she spoke up. "I'm okay being naked, you know."
"You're telling me you aren't sore?" I inquired, concern coloring my tone.
Holding the quilt to her face, she frowned. "You're insatiable."
"Stop acting like you don't like it, Ava," I shot back, giving her a playful glance. "Because you kept asking me to thrust harder." her face flushed in embarrassment as she realized I was right.
"I...I never did," she stammered.
"Of course," I turned around and handed her a pair of trousers and a shirt. "We're both riding a horse. Dress up. I want to show you something."
"What is it?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Dress up, silly," I urged with a smile. In a hurry, she put on the clothes I had given me, noticing that I was dressed in black trousers and a shirt as well. "Uniform, huh?" she murmured.
....
He chuckled before grabbing my hand and leading me to the ranch. Once we arrived, he helped us mount the horse, seating himself behind me. And that's when I noticed Sebastian, just floating in the air.
He winked and I frowned, questioning why Sebastian was there. "What are you doing here?" I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. I knew Sebastian heard what I said, but I wondered if Damon couldn't see him. After all, Sebastian was a ghost.
"We're here, Ava," Damon replied, looking around. I noticed that the place wasn't any different from the usual forest, with trees everywhere. "Come." He gracefully stepped off the horse and then helped me down.
"You're showing me the forest?" I asked, slightly puzzled. Damon looked down at me and chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"You are, silly," he said, holding my hand and smiling. "I think you should leave."
"Me??" I exclaimed, confused by his statement.
"No, your little ghost of a friend. I don't like the way he's standing so close to you," Damon explained. The smile on his face never disappeared. "It irritates me, and I might just make him vanish completely." As if on cue, Sebastian stepped back and vanished from sight.
"Come, Ava. Let me show you my little secret," Damon said, grinning mischievously. I was left speechless, wondering how much power this man truly possessed.
Who was Damon? Why did he say he wasn't a dragon? If not a dragon, then what? Who was Lara to him? And which one of his secrets was he ready to reveal?
I was determined to find out. Today, I would uncover at least one of his secrets, whether he liked it or not.