“It’s funny how a few moments ago, you were so adamant on finishing your work that I even had to resort to confiscating that stupid shirt. But now, you don’t even want to step a single foot out of the room.” Sarah said as she looked up at Damon who was hovering over her.
He hummed at her words, an unruly side of his lips quirking up without his permission. “It’s a must that I stay if you’re offering me something I want.” He dropped his head in the crook of her neck while making sure that his legs and arms held him up and prevented his full weight from embracing her. Sarah shivered at the contact. His breath was playing with her skin and the tip of his shaft that was pressed against her stomach, brought forth numerous images into her mind. They had just finished their little ‘sexual moment’ and she was indisputably tired as hell, but it seemed as if tiredness didn’t stop her from craving more than she could even manage.
Sarah’s cheeks brightened and her wide eyes lowered its gaze to his muscular back. “And what am I offering?” Those wary-laced words were her failed attempt at sounding suggestive. Perhaps, it was because she had recently opened the door to a more bold and wildlike relationship that made her so inexperienced with such things? Or maybe it was simply time for her innocent side to roll out? Anyhow, that was a stupid move. Before now, she had a feeling that she’d only disgrace herself if those words slipped from her mind and out into the open, but she braved up and spoke anyway. And now, she made herself into a stupid spineless asshat.
The chuckle that soon filled the air broke her away from her useless thoughts. “W-what is it?” She asked. Her teeth picked at her bottom lip and her hands awkwardly laid by her side. She was very tempted to shift to a more comfortable position but could hardly do so when the stinging between her thighs was still at its highest.
“That is exactly what I want to know.” Damon told her, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and flicking over the skin where her mark was situated. “How far are you willing to go this time around?” His tongue stayed in the same place for a while, encircling and licking the sensitive skin, before it returned to its cavern and his teeth came forth, sinking without hesitance into her mark. Sarah couldn’t resist curling her toes at the action. Damon had done it several times while they were having sex and she was pretty sure he knew that she became a mess whenever he did it. It was no doubt that it was the exact reason why he was repeating his actions.
“Damon!” She groaned, her lips parting as a distinct wave of pleasure shot through her like a course of electricity. She bared her neck to give him more access to her skin and her hands that she had kept by her side, had now bottled up the courage to relocate to his hair.
“Should I taste you… or fuck you?” Damon’s teeth retracted from her mark and raked along her skin down to the rigid nipples that stood as tall as ever. His tongue immediately got to work, while Sarah relentlessly released countless moans into the air.
“B-Both.” And once again, her innocence had parted with her… not that she really cared in that moment.
When her buds were as stiff as ever, he roamed downwards on her skin with his tongue and dipped into her navel, lubricating it with saliva, then he eased back to look at her. Sarah’s hand that was still grasping his hair forcefully pushed his head lower down her body as she churned and wiggled in pleasure. “Lower… please.” She whispered, her petite hands directing his mouth towards her crotch.
Damon grinned. He didn’t waste any time in doing as he was told, but just as his tongue was about to collide with her sweetness, his phone brightened up and his ringtone blared. Damon paused reluctantly, his eyebrows drooping in irritation. “Who the fuck?!” Grabbing the phone from the bedside table, he first frowned at the caller ID then answered the call. “This better be urgent or else you’re dead.”
“Rogues are loitering in front of the border. There’s more than fifty surrounding the area, Maxim included.” Jason’s uneasy voice came from the other end of the call.
“I’m sure you can deal with a few rogues. Why the hell did you call me?”
“The weird thing is… they’re not attacking, they’re watching. This doesn’t look good. What should we do?”
Damon gritted his teeth, his eyes pinned on the woman delectably spread out in front of him. He wanted to finish what he had started, but the devil would not have it. Those annoying rogues better pray that his anger subsides before he arrived on the scene… otherwise he’d pluck each and every one of their eyes out and then he’d rip off their limbs one by one.
“I have to go.” He whispered, leaning down to peck her lips before making his way off the bed.
Sarah’s eyes instantly downcasted as disappointment scourged her. “I guess Jason can’t handle it.” She said, twiddling her fingers as she did her best not to make her disappointment spread to her face. “When will you return?”
“What? Do you want me to stay? I’d leave Jason to die any day… Just say the word.”
She chuckled. “You’d let your bestfriend die?”
“Who said he’s my best friend?” He frowned, picking up his clothes from the floor and pulling them on. “I don’t have such things.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“What?”
She grabbed the crumbled duvet and spread it over herself before sitting up in the bed, ignoring the sting between her legs at the arduous action. “Acting like you don’t have emotions. I’m pretty sure you’d run off even if I tell you to stay.”
He rose a brow, his lips twitching smugly. “Does that mean you want me to stay?
“Does it matter? Hurry up and go before anything happens to Shorty.”
“Shorty?” His hands paused their movements while his eyes travelled over to her and narrowed. “You gave him nicknames and not me?”
“You’re not exactly someone who looks like he’d appreciate a nickname.”
“Fair enough.” He nodded and pulled his pants up his waist, buttoning it. “I’m off. Don’t move an inch, I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
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Despite Damon’s words, Sarah inched off the bed as soon as he left and headed straight for the bathroom. She hadn’t taken a bath since morning so she thought it was a good idea to take one before he gets back… and maybe put on that thong he brought her at the mall.
Her face fired up at the thought. It would indeed be quite embarrassing when he returns but she wouldn’t think of that now. All thoughts could wait till later.
She took a thirty minute cold bath and washed her hair then returned to the bedroom. After dressing herself in the classy lingerie and the shortest dress she could find, Sarah walked out of the room then down the stairs. Her stomach rumbled every three steps, enlightening her of the hunger that plagued her.
Sighing, she stepped down the last stair and turned in the direction of the kitchen. She was hungry and yet the the only thing she craved right now was Nutella. That wouldn’t satisfy her hunger even if she tried to feed on all six jars in the fridge. Maybe she was getting too obsessed with it for her own good. But it was understandable since she didn’t even know that such delicacies existed before she came here. Having Damon as a mate was definitely working in her favour… now.
In the end, he opted for a jar of Nutella, a bag of chips, a bowl of cereal and a bottle of water. Grinning, she stuffed the Nutella and the chips under her arm while the rest were held in her hands. Then, she made a beeline for the stairs, but unfortunately didn’t get very far when the doorbell rang.
She frowned. Obviously it wasn’t Damon since he already had the key. And seeing as no one else visited aside from Jason, she was sure that it could be no one but him. She unloaded everything unto the closest couch then twisted around reluctantly. Scratching the back of her head frustratedly, she walked towards the door with irritation bubbling within her and quickly twisted the knob.
“I thought you and Damon wen-” she stopped her sentence midway when she swung the door open and a unexpected face greeted her. It was not Jason. And it definitely wasn’t Damon either. The person standing by the door was a woman. To be precise… she was the woman in red whom they referred to as ‘Katie’.