Damien sat in the wicker chair by the window and watched as his object of obsession slept on the massive bed, the silver-blue light of the moon fell perfectly on her exposed skin. She looked like a beauty out of a fairytale—a grown horny man’s version of a fairytale. She was on her belly facing him, some of her hair fell over her face her beautiful smooth sculptured hand resting on the pillow beside her. The covers rode low around her hips exposing her back that called for his touch. She’d kicked some of it in an attempt to cool off after their recent session of love making, exposing one long, tempting leg. She looked so beautiful, gentle, innocent and defenseless. His mind was having trouble marrying Ellsa Jabari and Tasha Turner. They might share the same body, but they were not the same woman. But she was still his Victoria Secret in bed. She was the same uninhibited and passionate lover that had starred in many of his fantasies after their weekend in that hotel room in Miami.
He needed to figure out why she had a sudden lapse of insanity, as Ellie called it, and turned homicidal. What happened to her between the time she escaped from the loony bin and the day she woke up from her coma caused by a supposed car accident. A whole two months unaccounted for, but he was sure there were two people who could answer that for him because they most definitely helped her escape. There was no way she could have just slipped out without anyone noticing. There were no break-ins or out so that meant she walked right out the front door. Being a genius afforded him with some skills to hack into the FBI undetected with his laptop and snoop around. During that snoop, he also got the name of her supposed last victim—Tom Turner.
At least the puzzle of how she got out was partially solved but how did he end up her husband? How is it he had control over her memory and how often did he wipe her mind clean of all her memories? Why did he keep doing it and did her two protectors allow that psycho to play with her mind? With his gaze fixated on her, he wondered how long till they saw the side effects of that mad man’s work? He felt a chill rush through him and it had nothing to do with the fact he was sitting butt naked under an open window. How many will she kill this time before someone stopped her, permanently?
He watched her stretch as she came awake, turning her head. She felt his side of the bed with her hand and came up empty. Her head rose and she looked around before she turned back to his direction. Her shy smile came over her puffy lips.
“Damien, what are you doing sitting there naked?”
“Just watching one of the most beautiful visions in the world,” he answered honestly.
“Say that with a smile and I might just believe you,” she sat up, pulling a sheet with her and denying him a view of her perfect firm breasts. He’d watched them bounce as he rode her hard, taking them to oblivion. “Damien what’s wrong, why are you so serious?”
His eyes moved up from the outline of her breasts hidden by the sheet to her face. She looked worried. He didn’t want that.
“Nothing is wrong. Are you okay? I didn’t exactly take it easy on you.”
Her face beamed with her large smile. Shyly, she ducked her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, “I’m not complaining.”
“You will be in the morning.”
She rolled her lower lip into her mouth, “Is that why you’re so serious? I promise it was the best experience I’ve ever had.”
The sincerity in her voice and eyes made him believe that. He would have gloated if not for— “Honey, it’s the only experience you remember.”
“That doesn’t make it any less special.” She fidgeted where she sat.
“What is it?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
His brow shot up at that. “I promise.”
With a sigh that sounded like that of despair she said, “To me… it felt like losing my virginity all over again, if I remembered it—maybe it’s better that I don’t just in case it was horrible. I know it’s ridiculous—DJ is a walking testimony that I’ve done this before—”
“We’ve done this before,” he cut in, “he’s proof of that but I get your point. But VS, you and Tom—”
“Have never done anything more than hold hands. Except for when he tried to—but that doesn’t matter. I’ve never wanted to be with him like I was with you and I think there’s a good reason for that. I may not remember what it is, but I know it was what kept me away from him. Over the past few days we’ve been here, I’ve been thinking that reason might be you, because, I obviously had no problem doing the naked dance with you.”
That got a smile out of him. “That’s good to know considering how long I’ve been waiting to do the naked dance with you.”
She chuckled, “With a smart kid like DJ I’ve learned to be creative with a few words I don’t want him learning just yet.” He loved the sound of her laugh. It did weird things to his body. She pushed her hair back away from her face, “So what now? Is this going to be awkward?”
Mirroring her, he pushed his own hair back and looked down at his growing erection before he looked back at her, “What do you think?” The way she watched his rod made him swell and elongate until its purple head tapped above his navel. “Come here.” He issued the grunted order.
She dropped the sheet and rose fluidly from the bed, walking to him with a seductive sway of her hips. He watched her approach him with an unquenched hunger. He drew his thighs together to make space for her knees on the wicker chair and helped her straddle them facing him. In that position, it kept the moonlight on her body making her look more like a night siren. Silently she moved over him and sank onto him with a sigh. Damien watched her eyes flutter with that little pleasure, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip. His hands moved lightly over her skin that was touched by the silver-blue light of the moon, her hands over his moving with him has she began a slow dance above him. He watched her face, watched her body sway like a belly dancer with each roll of her hips in rhyme to the musical noises from her lips. Her hands buried in her own hair and he took note of more than her lively mounds but also of things that he’d only been able to glimpse at before. The light from the moon showed the scars clearly though someone had taken extensive measures to hide them. He had to look real hard to see those from six years ago. The barely visible patterns could only be those created by blades and bullets and not the car crash she was supposedly…
“Fuck!” he sighed, his head falling back against the chair. Liquid fire rushed through his veins, with the quickening tempo of her dance, emptying his mind completely of all thoughts but her and what she was doing to him. He could think later. He held onto her hips, her hands coming down to hold onto his shoulders, and danced with her, his eyes locked on the diamond glitter of her bouncing body as the silver-blue light hit her perspiring skin.
She was beautiful, and she’s all mine.