Chapter 3 II

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"When we land, you'll be Mrs. Ignaci."

I immediately smiled at the thought. I don't know if this is normal-agreeing to marry a man I've only known for less than a day-and getting butterflies over it. There's really something wrong with me, isn't there?

We had just finished drinking and right now, we were laying in this cozy bed beside each other. We were just inside his private jet's room, but it was so beautiful, I'd think we were inside a high-end, luxurious 5-star hotel. Every detail of the room was intricately flawless. It was as if this entire jet was once owned by royalty. Or maybe, Damon was the royalty himself.

Moments later, I felt Damon move closer to me. I was lying on my side, facing away from him. There was still a space between us where another person could fit. But when he moved closer, I felt the space around me slowly shrink. I tried to move away, but I failed. And to forbid me from ever moving again, Damon wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him.

I swallowed hard when I felt a hard object pressing against my back. It was followed by Damon's rhythmic breathing. With each breath, warm air brushed against my nape. It caused goosebumps all over my body. My heartbeat sped up. I suddenly felt hot even though the room was cold because of the air conditioner that had been on for a while.

"My Soirye..." he murmured moments later, right next to my ear. After that, I felt his tongue gently caressing my earlobe. His warm, sensual tongue.

"D-Damon, what are you doing? P-Please, stop-"

"Sshh." His arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, now created a path straight to my chest. Seconds later, he was already cupping my breast, seemingly not minding that I was still wearing my bra.

"D-Damon, please-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he suddenly rolled me over. He pinned my hands above my head as he kissed me with burning desire.

I tasted a mix of alcohol and mint as he kissed me. And I must admit, I enjoyed everything he was doing. But still, it was clearly a mistake. We had only known each other for a couple of hours. But despite my mind trying to stop me, my body was taking over. Besides, I had had too much to drink and I was weak from the alcohol.

"I want you now, My Soirye," Damon whispered in my ear. Seduction and need were obvious in his voice. And hearing those, I felt obligated. It felt like it is my responsibility to help him release the heat he was feeling in his body.

I swallowed hard.

Just then, I felt Damon's lips devour my neck. Only one hand was holding both of my hands. His other hand started to roam around my body. From my breast, to my waist, to my hips-it went everywhere before he decided to stop. It stopped right in front of my private. He started caressing it gently.

"Hmm..." I couldn't help but moan as I felt his finger entering my wet private.

"Did you just moan, My Soirye? Fuck..." he murmured. Following that, his finger started moving in and out of my womanhood even faster. At first, I only felt one finger throbbing inside and out of me. But after a while, I felt him add another. And it made me feel even more pleasured. I moaned even louder.

He released my hands, but not to let me go, but to unceremoniously remove the clothes covering my body. He seemed annoyed because he was having trouble removing my dress. It was a strapped silk dress. So instead of taking it off properly, he pulled it roughly. My eyes widened as I heard the fabric tear apart.

"M-My dress-"

"Don't mind it. I'll buy you tons of that dress once we land," Damon said.

He managed to get the dress off my body by ripping it. When only my underwear remained on my body, he stared at me with a smirk on his face.

I immediately tried to cover my body with my hands. I was embarrassed by his sudden stare at my body. It was the very first time a man had stared at my almost naked body. Except for Tyler, if what he said in his threats was true.

I felt the rush of embarrassment engulf me. It was so embarrassing.

But then, Damon suddenly reached for my hands. He slowly removed them from covering my body. Then he smiled.

"No need to feel embarrassed. You should be proud. You're so perfect, My Soirye..." Then he kissed me again.

Because of what he said, I slowly started to feel at ease. I became comfortable doing this with him. At first, I was hesitant. But as time went on, I realized I was keeping up with every move he made. If he was kissing me, I would kiss him back. And when I did that, it seemed to awaken his manhood even more. He became more aggressive than before.

While he was kissing me, he slowly removed the remaining clothes on my body. Until there was nothing left. Then he stared at me again.

"Damon, please..." I pleaded shyly, which he just laughed at.

He climbed on top of me again and started kissing me. But I was surprised by what he did next. He managed to switch our positions in less than a second. He was now lying down and I was on top of him. It made me feel even more embarrassed. Because I was completely naked on top of him, while he was still wearing his pants. He was shirtless, alright. But compared to me, who was completely exposed to his eyes, it was different.

"Worship me, My Soirye," he murmured, gently pulling my hair.

"H-Huh? What-" My eyes widened when he suddenly pushed me down. Right in front of my eyes was an obvious bulge in his pants. I swallowed hard.

He took my hands and placed them on his pants' button.

"Take it from here, My Soirye," he commanded.

All of a sudden, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They started moving, from unbuttoning Damon's pants to lowering the zipper.

My cheeks flushed and I felt even more embarrassed when I noticed that the bulge between his thighs seemed to have grown even bigger.

"Don't be afraid, My Soirye. It doesn't bite. Come on..."

He held the back of my head and gently lowered it towards the "bulge." Right now, it was clear to me what he wanted me to do. And despite being nervous, I felt the urge of excitement rush through my veins. It was as if I couldn't wait any longer to satisfy him at my best.

Moments later, his rigid manhood stood right in front of my eyes. I swallowed hard. It was so huge... Probably like eight inches or nine.

"Surprised?" Damon proudly asked. Even without looking at him, I knew he was smirking.

I couldn't speak.

"He's waiting to be touched," he said, referring to his pride and joy.

My hands were trembling as I tried to hold it for the first time. It was warm, it was hard. Damon guided my hands in stroking his manhood up and down. But even when he released my hand, I continued what I was doing. That's when I heard him groan.

"Fuck! You're so good at this, My Soirye. You sure you didn't do it before?" he asked, tightening his grip on my hair.

I didn't say anything and just smiled, ready to level up the battle. I licked his manhood from the bottom to its tip. Then I tried my best for my mouth to handle it all. Then I moved my head up and down while doing it.

Damon's groan became even louder. He started to swear and his grip on my hair tightened. Sometimes, he would push my head up and down himself.

It took us several minutes before he finally asked me to stop. He laid me back on the bed. Then he spread my legs wide. I thought for a moment that he was about to throb inside me. But it turns out, I was wrong. He spent seconds just staring at my face.

"You sure you wanna do it?" I heard him whisper moments later.

I looked away. "I-If I say "no", will you stop?"

"Y-Yeah. But please, don't tell me to stop."

I smiled at him. "Enter me, please."

He nodded and slightly smiled back.

"This may hurt a bit but promise, it'll be worth it."

I just nodded my head and closed my eyes shut, waiting for him to make a move.

Moments later, I felt something slowly entering my womanhood. It was huge and hard, so I was sure it wasn't Damon's finger anymore.

I felt the slight pain caused by what Damon did. A tear also fell down my eye as I hugged him tightly.

For a moment, I felt him inside me. He didn't move immediately after entering me. He stayed in that position for seconds.

"My Soirye..." he murmured again in my ear.

I could only respond with a soft moan.

Moments later, he started to move. It was gentle at first. And as he said, the pain I felt slowly went away. It was replaced by a strange tingling and sensation that I couldn't explain. As the pain slowly disappeared, he started moving faster in and out of me. For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out. His fast rhythmic moves made me feel crazy. And crazy in the best way possible.