C'mon sleepy head wake up!" Damien exclaimed loudly, making me wince and seek cover under the sheets. I snuggled deeper into the warm, cozy cocoon, loving the feel of it. Damien lifted the comforter off me and I just curled into a ball, in the fetal position.
Minutes later I felt the blanket being thrown on me and Damien kissed my forehead. "Sleep baby."
I mumbled an incoherent reply, not really bothering to open my eyes. Last night was amazing. Damien sure knew how to make a girl feel special. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep again as last night's events played in my head. The two weeks of our honeymoon had flown by so quickly and we had one more day before we returned to our normal routine, to our jobs, our busy schedules and a part of me wondered if we would have time for each other after that.
"Hanna!" Damien shouted and I sat upright in bed, my head spinning from getting up so fast. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My eyes snapped open when Damien burst out laughing. I glared at him.
"What in the world is your problem Black?" I growled.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Black? You sure are sunshine and rainbows today, aren't you?"
"Go away and let me sleep," I mumbled, my eyes already dropping. "You can't expect me to wake up after you keep me up the entire night!"
Damien laughed. "We could go the beach and swim."
Hmm. That did sound tempting. Just a little bit. I knew that Damien wouldn't leave me alone and would keep annoying me until I woke up. "Fine, I'm coming. Let me shower."
"That's the spirit!" Damien exclaimed in a happy tone and I laughed. "I'll make you breakfast."
"Come shower with me," I offered. Damien's eyes darkened and I saw the unmistakable lust in them. I was totally up for some sex right now. I was in one of Damien's shirts. I slowly opened the buttons, taking a step towards him with each step I took. Damien looked at me with so much lust that I prided myself on my seducing him.
"Bunny," his voice was husky. I could already feel the dampness in my panties. I took them off as gracefully as I could. I slowly walked into the bathroom, making sure to sway my hips as I felt his gaze on me.
Just as I turned on the shower, I heard him curse and the next minute he was with me in the shower. "God, you're beautiful," he groaned, kissing me. I kissed him back with just as much vigor and love, loving the feel of his lips on mine. The way he kissed me made me melt in his arms. He held me close and I broke the kiss, gasping for air.
Damien's lips didn't leave my body. He kissed down my neck, sucking on the mark, making me moan loudly. He moved his lips to my taut nipple and sucked on it. I writhed in his arms, wanting to feel his cock inside me.
"Fuck me!" I yelled. Damien looked at me with disappointment, but I was beyond caring. I cursed like a sailor, I knew that, but he couldn't expect to just stop like that. I would limit the use of the words, if he really understood me, he would understand that.
"I'm going to have so much fun punishing you when we get home," Damien snarled and slammed into me. I half yelled, half moaned as he pounded me. I could feel myself building as he took me ruthlessly. I craved that, I wanted that.
I could feel myself moving towards the metaphorical cliff again, waiting to fly. I was so close. I moaned his name as I came, and tightened my pussy walls around him. Damien growled and came loudly. He pulled out of me and I sagged against him. The water hit our bodies, the sound comforting in a weird way. Damien walked out without saying anything. I spent longer in the shower than I intended to. I walked out of the shower when my skin turned blue because of the water.
I could feel the tears in my eyes. Damien was so...overwhelming. We had known each other for about a month now, and I still felt railroaded by him. I did everything he asked me to, no questions asked. And a part of me felt that he took that for granted. Don't curse, don't do this, don't do that, the list went on. I knew next to nothing about Damien. A large part of my mind wondered if he even trusted me. Sure he loved me, but did he trust me?
I felt the hot tears fall down my face and I sat on the small stool in the bathroom, still in my towel. I thought back to the day when he refused to let me wear a bikini. He put up a huge fit about how it showed too much skin and I ended up going to the beach in shorts and a cameo. I hated it, but I didn't say anything. I wanted his happiness more than anything. But when I wasn't happy, was it really worth it? I knew doubting this relationship was something I shouldn't do, but I couldn't help it. We need to walk before we run. And here, we didn't even run, we leaped.
It was as if a darkness was enclosing me. I had only felt like this one time in my life, and just thinking about made my body shudder. The tears fell fast and I sobbed quietly. I didn't know whether Damien was here or not, and truthfully, I really didn't care.
Minutes passed or hours, I didn't know. I felt my body dropping from the exhaustion, my eyes closing. My body slumped against the wall and I surrendered myself to the exhaustion.
"Hanna!" I heard a panicked cry, and my eyes fluttered open. I couldn't really see anything, my vision seemed clouded by foggy images. I closed my eyes and opened them again. "Hanna! Shit!"
Slowly, the room came into focus. I was in the bathroom. How did I-- it all came back to me. I ignored the overwhelming need to cry, to sob and instead focused on breathing evenly eyes found Damien of their own accord and his face looked ashen.
He looked truly horror-stricken and worried as he gazed down at me. I shakily got up and he immediately caught me. I pulled the towel tighter around myself. I didn't lean into his embrace nor did I openly abhor him. Once we got to the room, I moved away from him. I put on underwear, jeans and a sweatshirt. I brushed my hair, ignoring Damien. I felt his eyes on me all the time.
"What happened?" he asked, sounding lost. I almost melted but I still wasn't sure about us. Maybe it was too late, but... I was so confused that I couldn't even think straight.
"Nothing," I muttered. I walked down and noticed how bright it was outside. The clock on the wall showed that it was almost four. That meant almost six hours since I had fell asleep and Damien only found me now.
Damien pulled my arm and turned me around. I avoided his questioning gaze. "Please tell me what happened."
I took my hand away from his. "Nothing. I'm just hungry. I'm going to make something to eat."
"You sit and I'll make you something," Damien suggested.
"No," I said, aware that my voice sounded dead. It sounded dead to my own ears. "I can help myself."
He didn't say anything. I walked into the kitchen and took out a few items for simple mac and cheese. I felt like baby food right now. I set the pasta to boil and worked on the sauce. I felt Damien's gaze on me and I lifted my head. "Would you like some?"
He looked stunned for a moment. "Uh, yes, thank you."
I shrugged and continued with my work. Once the pasta was done, I put it on two plates. Damien sat down at the counter, pulling a chair for me too. I ignored it, took my plate and a glass of mudslide and walked put to the patio.
I only had the first bite, when Damien came barging in, "Hanna!" He almost growled. "What in the world is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"
I gave him a blank look. "Acting like what? I just wanted to eat outside. Or will someone see me?"
"I never said that! Why are you being so...cold?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Because I don't want to talk to you."
His eyes widened and he looked as if I had just slapped him. "What?" he whispered.
"I don't want to talk to you," I repeated, "I need time to think."
"Think?"
"About us."
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