“You’re going to ruin me for any other woman.”
I damn well hoped so.
“God, I could keep you forever,” he proceeded to say, his voice thick with passion.
I released him, and pressed my forehead to his as I swallowed. “Will you keep me?”
“Yes,” he panted, nudging my face with his. “God, yes. You’re mine.”
My heart thumped with delight, and a huge smile overtook my face. It was quickly wiped away when scorching heat spread over my body like butter, causing goose bumps to break out on my skin. My mouth suddenly opened in a silent scream when a rumble started in my core and kept building until an explosion of light burst from within me. The pleasure that began to ripple through my body sent small spasms rolling through my limbs and left me trembling.
When I came to, I was repeating Damien’s name.
“Yes, yes,” he panted as my inner walls clenched around him.
“You promise to keep me?” I asked as he pumped into me harder, faster, deeper.
“Yes,” he almost shouted. “I promise. Lana!”
His movements became frantic then, and just as his thrusts slowed and turned to twitches, I watched the sensations he experienced as they took over his body and played out like a film on his handsome face.
His eyes closed, he bit down on his lower lip, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his brows furrowed, and his muscles tensed. Ten or so seconds later, it was like every ounce of tension that had worked its way onto his face melted away and spread over his body like a deep tissue massage.
It was the only warning I got before he fell forward.
“Damien!” I laughed as the air was knocked out of me.
All of his weight was on me, and while I loved it, it was too much for my chest to handle. I nudged him, and he groaned as he used his elbows to prop himself up, taking most of his weight off me.
“Hi.” I smiled up at him.
My mind, body, and heart were so content and blissful that nothing could have ruined the moment.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” Damien said, his eyes flashing with… terror.
Except that.
I blinked. “Say what?”
“That stuff,” he said, clearing his throat. “About keeping you.”
A feeling of sickness began to form in the pit of my stomach.
“Damien,” I whispered. “Can you not say that while you’re still inside me?”
He looked down at our still connected bodies and quickly pulled out of me. I winced, and he apologised. I was lying on the bed sheets, so I had nothing to cover myself with except my hands. Damien disposed of the now used condom—a condom I didn’t even know he had put on—and began to dress at a shocking speed. I began to panic and felt like I should do the same, so I joined him in fixing my dress until we were dressed and looking as we did when we entered the room—just a little less put together.
“I don’t understand what is happenin’,” I said as I slid my feet back into my shoes, my feet screaming in protest.
“I shouldn’t have said that shit.”
Striking me would have hurt less.
I flinched. “Don’t say that.”
“I have to; otherwise, you’ll believe it.”
“So I’m not to believe that you said you’d keep me?” I demanded. “That you promised to? What the hell did you say it for then?”
“Alannah, I’d have agreed to a sex change operation at that point of sex,” he said flatly. “I couldn’t help it. My mind and body were both focused on the sensation, and my voice took on a role of its own.”
I felt like I was going to throw up.
“You’re ruinin’ this!” I said, my lower lip wobbling. “You’re ruinin’ everythin’ about me first time. Why are you doin’ this to me?”
Damien’s face blanched. “I’m sorry, but I won’t lie to you.”
“What’s the lie?”
“When I promised to keep you,” he stated.
I felt my eyes well with tears.
“Damien,” I whispered.
“It’s not that I can’t keep you, Lana; it’s that I don’t want to.”
He couldn’t look me in the eyes as he spoke the words that I knew I’d never forget. The force of it had me stumbling back a few steps as if he’d struck me. I probably had no right to feel betrayed, but I did, and it hurt more than I cared to admit.
“I’m goin’ to get cl-cleaned up,” I stammered.
“No.” Damien frowned. “Please, we have to talk about this. What I mean is—”
“I don’t think anythin’ you have to say would make me feel better,” I cut him off, trying my hardest to keep my emotions in check.
“Alannah—”
“It’s fine,” I cut him off again.
“It’s fucking not,” he countered. “I knew this was a bad idea. Just look at how upset you are! This is why I’ve tried to stay away from you. You’re a good girl, and I knew you’d let your emotions take centre stage. This was a mistake!”