“No.” I’m not alright. I’m the opposite of alright, whatever that is.
“You look as if you’re in a mood,” she continues. Yeah, and not a good one. Ren glares at me and I don’t like his look. Or his hands on her shoulders.
“Can you give us a minute?” he sneers.
“Talk if you want,” I forcefully remove his grubby little hands, “But I’m staying.”
“You’re a real dick, you know that?” he yells and shoves me on the chest with both hands.
I don’t know how the fight started or even who started it, but I know I finished it – awesomely.
When Enrique pulls me off Ren, he is a bloody mess on the ground.
“Are you crazy?” Jason is also there all of a sudden and he helps Ren up. A quick survey of his body indicates to me that he’s going to be sore with a broken nose, but he’ll survive. Enrique calls one of his drivers and opens the door for us. I throw Mel into the car.
“We need to talk. What the hell was that about?” I baste.
“I can ask you the same question! You could have killed the dude!” Why is she worried about that loser? Does she have feelings for him?
“I should have killed the fuck a long time ago. What were you trying to do at the bar?”
“What? If you flirt, it’s okay, but if I do it you get upset! So glad we cleared that up.” She looks flustered.
“I’m not upset about you flirting with me … hell, I love it when you do.” I calm down slightly. “But why did you leave?” I’m a bit bothered ’cause she sits there in that damn purple dress looking like a fucking angel, nipples perked against the still-damp material. And she has this doe-eyed look that’s driving me crazy right now.
I push my fingers through my hair and hit the seat with my fist.
“Damn woman, you’re going to be the fucking death of me, I swear.” I’m angry; frustrated; and to top it all, my junk is painfully tight.
I stare outside, trying to collect myself – but mostly I am trying to not strip this girl and have intercourse with her right here in the back seat of the car.
After what feels like hours we arrive at my place and I thank the driver before going inside with Mel. Making sure the doors are locked tight, I walk to the lounge, standing for a while, just looking at her awkwardly. She sits on my couch, trying to host the most innocent face she can muster.
“What?” she asks softly, bending over to remove her shoes.
Her tits almost spill out and not even Superman himself could keep my eyes away. The faint outline of her nipple peeps out from under that plum material and I have the urge to take it in my mouth and suck on it. Hard. At this time my self-control is bigger than the fucking Atlantic Ocean.
I kick off my shoes and socks and remove my tie, which is restricting my airflow.
She gets up, pulls her feet under her body, and then she looks into my eyes and swallows, probably seeing the angry lust displayed in there.
“I still don’t know what I did wrong! I just wanted to show you that I do know a little bit about what I’m doing.” While she’s talking she unconsciously wraps her hair around her finger. And now my willpower is bubbling, threatening to boil over.
“Are you still on that?” Is she worried about being a virgin? Inexperienced? Hell, I’m the one feeling inexperienced around her.
“No … maybe … yes.” Her eyes move to the fullness filling my pants, pushing them to their limits, and she swallows. With huge eyes, she looks up at me.
“Your pants … you look … are you… sorry … it must be bad for men ’cause they can’t hide it …. sorry, I didn’t mean … it’s just … big …” I smile at her word-brabble and push down my junk, trying to relieve some of the stiffness.
“We were interrupted that day, it’s not what I meant. I wanted to say that you didn’t know what you’re doing to me.” Her eyes grow even bigger.
“Nice comeback … you know what … I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I know you have like loads of experience, while I’m still a virgin and know nothing.” She gets up and walks to stand in front of the fireplace. I stand behind her, folding my arms around her.
“Mel, is that what’s bothering you?”
“Yes! No! Ug, I don’t know, Damion, maybe I’m too dim-witted to figure it out, figure us out. One moment it feels like I’m in heaven and then the next, I’m thrown into hell, I can’t breathe, scared to shit that you’re going to tell me it’s over, you made a mistake and you don’t want me to be your girlfriend.”
“Ever think that I’m feeling exactly the same way?” She sucks in some air.
I turn her around to face me.
“Mel, I want you and only you.” I take her one hand and place it over my thundering heart. “Do you feel it?” She looks up into my eyes. Slowly I move her other hand over my throbbing bulge. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” She bites her lip and her eyes are glazed over.
“Kiss me,” she whispers while looking at me with those peacock-blue eyes and my brain short-circuits.
I bend over and do just that – I kiss her deeply with all the passion and hunger raging through me.
Date = 22 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV Melaena
WARNING Sex scene !!!!!
Damion’s lips are full and soft, but his kiss is desperate and eager as if he is struggling with something – inside himself. He nibbles my bottom lip softly and takes the gap to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I feel hot all the way to my toes … and back up, and at other horny spots along the way.
No man has ever held me like this before, or kissed me like this before … And all I know is that I never want this to end. Right at this moment, nothing else matters.
I move my hands beneath his shirt, and he winches slightly, but does not break the kiss. Anger rises through my body and mixes with the lust. He’s in pain. My damn brothers almost killed him. I’ve never been so scared and furious in my life when Deimos told me what happened. The thought of losing him nearly destroyed me. I wanted to kill off all my brothers – in a slow gruesome way. And if it wasn’t for their pitiful, repenting, petrified faces, I might have.
My palms are flat on that warm hard chest – one over his heart, which is pounding strong and fast – to the same allegro rhythm as mine. Is he feeling as out of control as I am?
“Fuck, Mel,” he groans out what sounds like a plea and pulls his head away, his wild eyes a hungry dark green color.
Tonight, I want to give myself over to him completely, to become one with him. No matter the outcome – I want him to be my first. I admit I’m scared. Shitless. But right now my vagina seems to be ruling my body. The need overwrites the fear.