Damien and Sam walked through the dark, quiet hallways of the abandoned police station. The faint light from the flickering bulbs made the place feel colder and more lifeless.
Sam pointed ahead nervously. "The people... they're in there," he said, his voice shaking.
Damien didn't reply. His eyes were fixed on the barred doors at the end of the hallway. He could hear faint cries and whispers from inside.
When he reached the first cell, he saw people—men, women, and even children—huddled together. Their clothes were torn, their faces pale, and their eyes filled with fear.
"Who's there?" a man inside asked weakly.
Without answering, Damien grabbed the metal handle of the cell door. His grip tightened, and with a sharp pull, the handle broke. The loud snap echoed in the hallway.
The prisoners stared at him in shock.
"You're free now," Damien said calmly, stepping back to let them pass.
For a moment, no one moved. Then a woman slowly walked out, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank you!" another voice cried, and soon, everyone was rushing out, some crying, others nodding in gratitude.
"Leave this place," Damien told them. "Go somewhere safe."
The group didn't need to be told twice. They ran toward the exit, their footsteps fading as they disappeared down the hallway.
Sam stared at Damien in amazement. "How did you—"
"Your people are safe now you can go with them," Damien cut him off. "I need to check the last cell."
Sam hesitated but then nodded. Damien turned and walked further into the station.
The last cell was at the very end of the hallway. The door looked heavier and more secure than the others. Damien stepped closer, peering through the bars. Inside, he saw Aria.
She was sitting on the floor, her head down, her black hair covering her face. Her red dress was torn, and she didn't move.
"Aria," Damien said quietly as he stepped into the cell.
There was no response.
He approached her slowly, lowering his voice. "It's me. Are you okay?"
She didn't say anything.
Damien crouched in front of her, his heart racing. Gently, he reached out and touched her chin, lifting her face to look at him.
His eyes widened.
Her cheeks were flushed red, her breathing was quick, and her skin felt hot. Sweat rolled down her forehead, and her green eyes seemed hazy.
"Aria, what's wrong?" Damien asked, his voice filled with worry.
Suddenly, without saying a word, Aria lunged forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Damien froze in shock. Her kiss was desperate and full of emotion, but he couldn't tell what she was feeling.
"Aria…" he whispered between breaths, his voice soft but confused.
She didn't let go. Her trembling body pressed against his, holding onto him like he was her last hope.
Damien's heart raced as Aria lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue exploring his mouth with an urgency that took his breath away. He could feel her trembling body pressed against his, her chest heaving with every ragged breath.
Without thinking, Damien's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the dampness of her sweat-soaked dress against his chest. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of fear, desperation, and something undeniably alluring.
As they broke apart, Aria looked up at him with her fiery crimson eyes, her cheeks flushed with desire. She didn't say a word, but her message was clear. She needed him.
With a gentle push, Damien lowered himself onto the cold, hard ground, his back pressed against the bars of the cell. Aria followed, straddling his lap and hugging him tightly. Her body felt like a furnace, her breath hot and heavy against his neck.
Slowly, she pulled away, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Her eyes widened at the sight of his toned, muscular torso, her hands exploring every inch of his skin.
Damien couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as she touched him. Her fingers were soft and gentle, but there was a strength in her touch that he found incredibly arousing. He could feel himself growing hard beneath her, his body responding to her nearness.
With a flick of her wrist, Aria undid the knot at the front of her dress, letting it fall open. She wasn't wearing a bra, her full, round breasts spilling out into the open. Her nipples were hard and erect, the dark circles around them standing out against her pale skin.
Damien's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her. She was breathtaking, her body a work of art. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the cold, damp air. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Aria leaned in, her lips finding his once again.
This time, their kiss was slower, more sensual. Damien could feel himself getting lost in her, his mind blanking out as his body responded to hers. He could feel her hips grinding against his, her underwear rubbing against his growing erection.
He knew what she wanted. But he also knew that they needed to take it slow, to savor every moment. He didn't want to rush this, didn't want to ruin what could be a perfect moment.
With a gentle push, Aria broke their kiss, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Damien didn't need any more encouragement. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of her underwear. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with questions.
Aria nodded, her breath hitching as he pulled her underwear down her legs, leaving her completely exposed. He could feel himself getting harder, his body responding to the sight of her.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips finding hers once again. This time, their kiss was hungry, desperate. He could feel her hips grinding against his, her body begging for more.
With a gentle push, he rolled them over, his body now on top of hers. He could feel her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his back.
Slowly, he broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. She gasped, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard and erect.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her breasts, his tongue tracing a path around her nipples. She moaned, her body arching off the ground as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently biting down.
Aria's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing up as she approached her climax.
Damien could feel it too, the tension building up inside of him. He knew he was close, but he didn't want to rush it. He wanted to savor every moment, to make it last as long as possible.
With a final flick of his tongue, he released her nipple, his lips trailing down her stomach, his fingers tracing a path down her thighs. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body begging for more.
He reached her inner thighs, his fingers brushing against her wetness. She was ready, her body begging for him.
Slowly, he slid a finger inside of her, his thumb finding her clit. She moaned, her body trembling as he began to move his finger, his thumb circling her clit.
He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing up as she approached her climax.