I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man?
Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked!
I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still?
“What's on your mind, Baby girl?” Damian suddenly asked as we were watching a series on Tv the next day. I loved relaxing like this, me leaning against his shoulder with his arm holding me tight. “Just how much I love you.” I lifted my head to look at him and gave him a smile. He chuckled. “I love you too, Baby girl. Is that all you’ve been thinking about? You’ve been quiet all day.” His expression turned serious. “How much I love you and how lucky I am to have you,” I told him again, smiling softly at him. He looked deep into my eyes and sighed before turning his gaze back to the tv. He knew I had lied to him, but he didn’t say anything. Of course, my words were all true. I loved him, and I was lucky to have him, but that wasn’t what I was thinking. I still think of what happened yesterday. It disturbed me that my PTSD extended to the way that I couldn’t have sex with
“Ding dong.” The bell rang as we were watching tv the next day.Damian started to stand up to get the door, but I touched his hand, preventing him.“Let me.” I said before planting a kiss on his hand and standing up to get the door.Just as I stepped near the door, my leg ache and I nearly fell down. I reached toward my scar to massage it while looking back at Damian. I was relieved that his gaze was still fixed on the tv. I didn’t want him to know that sometimes my leg still ached, or that sometimes it made me limp or even nearly fell down because of it.Dr. Neil said it was chronic pain. My leg had fully healed, but sometimes it might still ache. As I had stated before, I didn’t mind the aches as they only lasted for a few seconds.I went to the door to open it and saw Max.“Max!” I grinned at him and wrapped
My mind was jumbled up. What just happened? Why did Max kiss me?I turned toward Damian and expected him to scowl at me because I didn’t push Max away, but he was smiling softly at me. I rolled my eyes. I really didn’t know how men think.“Damian, your hand,” I said suddenly, realizing that he had injured his hand.I led him to the dining room and tended to his wounds. I plucked each shard away, carefully, and gently from his palm, disinfect the wound, and applied some ointments before bandaging his hand.“Damian, what were you guys talking about? Why were you angry toward each other?” I asked him.“He loves you and wants to protect you,” he said with an irked tone.I laughed softly. “Don’t Marco, Nick, and Jack feel the same way too?”“He loves you more, Baby girl. D
“Baby girl, I’m home.” I heard Damian’s voice from downstairs just as I finished showering.I quickly ran downstairs to greet him, throwing myself at him, circling my hands at his waist.“Welcome home, Damian. How was the meeting?” I asked him as I tiptoed to graze a kiss on his lips.“Just like any other meetings.” His hands went around my body, but he looked troubled. His brows knitted together, creating lines in-between them.“Is there something wrong, Damian?” My hand reached toward his forehead, smoothing the lines there.He shook his head and placed our meals on the dining room table, stepping away from me.“I’m going to take a shower first, Baby girl.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and left to take a shower.I took the boxes of food to warm them up, as
"No, no.. It can't be." I kept shaking my head, not wanting to believe what had befallen my little friend. Damian cupped my face with his palms, forcing me gently to look at him. When I saw the look in his eyes - a mixture of sadness, gentleness, and a hint of desperation, I couldn't lie to myself anymore and I broke down in his arms. “She had suffered the same way I did, but no one had helped her. I didn’t help her,” I choked on my words. “Shh.. Baby girl. It wasn’t your fault.” Damian comforted me, his hands went up and down my back. “If I had remembered about her sooner, if I had asked you and the polices to search for her sooner, she wouldn’t have died. This is all my fault.” I sobbed in his arms. “Baby girl, it wasn’t your fault. None of it was your fault. As much as we want to save people, sometimes we just can’t. But you have done everything you can, Baby girl.”
was night, and we had finished eating dinner. I was downstairs washing the dishes while Damian was upstairs, having his shower. We hadn’t taken showers together, nor had we seen each other naked. I had asked him if he felt hurt that I had pushed him away during the last time we had tried to have sex, but he told me no. He could understand what I was feeling then, and I was so thankful to him for being so understanding. I finished washing the dishes and went to our bedroom. Opening the door, I saw that Damian had just finished taking his shower, and he was still naked. His head was facing downward as he dried his hair, and he didn’t notice me standing there. He looked so picturesque with the moonlight shining through the window, highlighting his perfect form, which was encompassed by water droplets, creating an illusion of an alluring dance between water droplets as they glided down from his neck down to his p
He seemed to understand that I wanted to get over my trauma, yet was still scared of the act of sex, and I was glad that he tried to make me comfortable first.I took off my clothes before taking his outstretched hand and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself standing up with my legs spread apart and my wetness just inches away from his face.His hands went to spread the lips of my dripping core, and he licked me with a long stroke of his tongue.“Damian..” I moaned, and my body trembled from the pleasure of that one simple move of his.He kept licking me slowly, with that long stroke of his tongue, when he suddenly inserted his tongue, delving and probing, rubbing the sweet spot inside.“Damian!” I gasped and moaned as my back arched and my hands reached to grab his hair.His tongue kept going in and out of my wetness, flicking my
After that night, our sex life went back to normal. Well, it was even better than normal. I would jump him anytime I got the chance. When he had just come home from meetings, when he had just finished showering being all naked and wet, even while we were in the showers together. I couldn’t get enough of him. He always laughed at me jumping to him but was always more than eager to pleasure me and to be pleasured by me. Jeremiah hadn’t messaged me anymore, and there was no one bothering us. I wasn’t afraid of his friends anymore, even Damian and Max had become friends again. Of course, I still had nightmares sometimes, but they had lessened. His nightmare had lessened too. Even our psychologist was very pleased with our progress. All in all, we were happy - sexually and emotionally. There was still one thing on my mind. Damian had replaced the taste of the knife-man in my mouth and the painful