A CHAT ABOUT THEIR PAST

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Damian asks as we leave his apartment, my hand possessively hugging his.


It is the third time he has asked that. I would stay if I could, and I would not even make him beg me. I want to as much as he does. But I have to do this. I nod. "Yes. I told you that I was meeting up with Grace, right?" I respond, hugging his arm to my chest with my free hand as I lean my head on his shoulder.

"Mmh. And you have refused to tell me what you two are meeting up for," He states, pulling me in front of him and pinning me to the door of his Lamborghini.

I adore this sense of melting in his arms, even when we are doing just nothing. "It's girls' things, so, no. I won't say a thing. You understand, right?" I feign a puppy mug, smooching his sugary lips gently as I fondle his neck.


"Okay. Can you at least tell me when I can see you again?" He asks when I pull away, his eyes boring into mine.

I can't judge the sexy, dark glow in his eyes that emits nothing but sinful fervor. I'm sure mine denotes the same desire. We have had a lot of incredible mind-blowing sex for hours. These shades of sexual arousal can't be scoured away with just a sheer bath. Not even when we ended up fucking in that hot bath too for only God knows what round. If he didn't have to return to work, I would have probably disregarded every other thing and snuggled with him in bed all day, or better yet, exploring more of our sexual adventures, because I couldn't get enough of him. We are kind of becoming addicted to this sex.


We?

Yes! Because I know I stimulate his adrenalin just as much as he does mine. That much, I'm certain. It's right here in his eyes—the lust, the desires—he can't conceal them, and neither is he making an effort to. I don't give a fuck why this feels so addictively pure and right even though we are total strangers, but as long as this lasts, I'm going to freaking enjoy it.

"You are lost in thoughts. Why? Don't you want to see me?" He implores.

I capture his lips for a sensual, savage kiss, and he returns it with the same passion and intensity, our arms scouring our backs. I pull away, encircling him around his shoulders, and he cages my waist in his dominant protective stance, nuzzling me with his thumbs.

I don't want him ambling back to his office with inflated lips due to excessive kissing; otherwise, I would chew them the whole day under this sun and never get tired.

I rub my tongue on his lips. "You can see me whenever you want, sugar lips." I grin at him, and he grins widely.

His right eyebrow forms a beautiful curve above the eye. "Sugar lips? That is new!" He exclaims, releasing a short, soft chuckle.

He is everything that beauty depicts, so I cannot even begin to imagine what name I should give him. Mr. Sugar Lip? Mr Dimples! Mr. Handsome? Mr. Cute Eyes? Or, Mr. Sex God? All would fit him perfectly. "I can give you a thousand sexy names. That is how bedazzling you are. How come no bitch has claimed this beauty, huh? Are the women here blind or something? Because if I were a wolf, I wouldn't give a fuck about my fated mate. I would have marked you mine the moment I laid my eyes on you and made sure no freaking bitch would even dream of you." I state.

He detonates with laughter but clutches me to him more tightly, and I do the same while admiring his deeply cute dimples. Mr. Smiles would still work. When he laughs, it is like he lights up the whole world. His smile is so magical that you want to smile along with him, even if it is something he is laughing at. "You are funny," he says, looking back at me. 'I am really flattered, and I love your possessiveness, baby. Anyway, you don't have to be a wolf to fleck this beauty. I am all yours, until this desire in your eyes is quenched," he mumbles after laughing, leaving his one hand on my waist while the other moves to stroke my neck, imprinting trails of electric quakes on my delicate skin.

Until the longing in my eyes is quenched. Just what if it never does? What if it remains there for eternity? Will he stay with me forever? Will he make me his woman? His one and only?

Goodness! I have only fucked him a couple of times, and I am contemplating eternity. Ooh, my! I swab the rosiness on my face with a couple of blinks. I should stop hoping for too much. I should actually stop hopping to avoid another heartbreak. I should slow down and just enjoy this for as long as it lasts. You know, flow with the wave as you wait to see where it leads you.

"So, how come you don't have a woman by your side, Damian?" I brat out. The desire to know has been itching my core since the first day I met him. I have suppressed the urge to ask for so long just because I am respectful of his privacy. But he has let me in too much that I feel like I have the right to know. Just knowing.

I infer what he told me, but I just feel like there is so much more that I need to know about him. I want to know him. If there is a probability for that bitch to come back to his life, I will stay open to that possibility. Hell, I hope she breaks her legs before thinking of coming back to him, or I will be the one to break them! Sigh!

"Maybe for the same reasons that with all this irresistibly steaming beauty that you exude, this beauty that can't keep my cock under my pants, sweet Ellie, you don't have a guy by your side."

Shit! His cock is jostling again, arousing a conflict of heat and emotions in me. He is such an insatiable beast. And he has infected me with lust.