The motel door shook under the blows of the man outside the room. He knocked repeatedly and it didn't seem like he would stop until someone inside opened the door for him.
Damien snarled in annoyance, sat up from his position, and signaled Shalene to stay calm where she was.
"I'll check it out. You stay here," he ordered, which Shalene responded to with a nod.
Damien stood upright in front of the bed, ready to face a troublemaker who have disturbed their fun. The muscles in his back looked tense under his bare skin. His hands were clenched. His predatory side felt disturbed.
Shalene pulled the blanket up to her neck. Her heart felt like it was about to burst. Whoever was outside, as long as Damien was there, she felt safe. However, she was not prepared for this kind of disturbance.
Damien opened the door slightly, his body blocking the direct view into the room. He found someone with a face and eyes red with anger. His body was wet from the rain, his hair was disheveled, and he was breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.
"What are you doing here, Chris?"
"Uncle Damien? Shouldn't I be the one asking that question? My wife ran away from home after signing the divorce papers. Her GPS stopped at this place and I saw her car outside. I asked the motel clerk. He said my wife was staying in this room," he said. Damien frowned.
"The clerk must be wrong. I've been here all this time."
"Are you with someone?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Who is she? Can I come in?"
"Chris, it's private and it's not appropriate for you to check your uncle's room. My girlfriend is tired from being with me since morning. She's resting, so please go home."
Chris sighed heavily. His face looked desperate and without saying much, he turned around.
That's right... there's no way Shalene would be there. Even if it was the same car, he wasn't sure. He never memorized Shalene's license plate number. He never cared.
Damien returned to the room, locked the door, and looked at Shalene, who was wrapping herself in a blanket because she was worried that Damien's guest would break in. However, she was safe now.
"He's gone," Damien said in a deep voice. Shalene sighed in relief and lay back down. Since earlier, she had been ready to run to the bathroom if the man outside dared to enter. "Do you want us to continue or..."
"Yes, please..."
The air in the motel room, which had been frozen, slowly warmed up. Damien walked slowly, like a fashion model. Neat, firm, sexy. Shalene stared at him without blinking. She bit her lip, sighed softly, feeling her heart racing erratically as Damien stopped near the bed.
He bent down, leaning on his strong arms towards Shalene who was sitting waiting.
"Say it again," he said softly, but deeply. His dark pupils widened, hungry and ready to pounce, claiming her as his. "Say you want my touch."
It wasn't a request. It was an order.
"Touch me, Damien," Shalene said obediently. She swallowed hard. Her brain was screaming to run, but her body—her womb—was saying the opposite. A year without Chris's touch, and this stranger had come to give her what she had been craving all this time.
She surrendered and was ready to accept Damien's touch and seed as they had agreed—a reckless agreement that she might regret later. Or be grateful for.
Damien smiled savagely. A wolf had finally caught its prey. His strong hands pulled Shalene's neck until they were pressed together. Shalene's thin shirt was not enough to protect her. Her hardened nipples felt Damien's heart beating very hard. And vice versa—Damien knew Shalene wanted him very much.
The first kiss was brutal. It was not romantic or gentle. Damien took control of Shalene's lips as if claiming new territory. He impatiently forced his tongue inside her mouth, slowly bit Shalene's lips, and pulled her long hair.
Shalene sighed, resigned as Damien laid her down on the bed and pinned her beneath him. He stared at her exposed shirt, revealing her flat stomach and smooth thighs.
He touched her slowly, gently, and stopped at her breasts.
"You're thirsty, Shalene," he said. He traced her smooth skin again, took off her shirt, and made Shalene shiver with cold. He stared at her eyes intently, not with lust, but with admiration for a precious object. He brought his face closer and kissed her lips. "I'll give you a drink."
Damien's mouth moved down to her neck. He sucked, leaving rough red marks. Shalene arched her back and moaned, even though she was a little embarrassed. She had never done this before.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Shalene?" Damien asked in a husky voice. Shalene shook her head. "Then I'll show you where and how."
Damien's hand moved slowly from her collarbone to her areola without touching the peak. He teased Shalene sadistically.
"Damien, please..." she sighed desperately. Her hips moved, searching for something to rub against. Damien laughed softly, making Shalene gasp, but she was annoyed.
"Please what?" Damien teased.
"Enter me... I want your seed, now," she replied boldly.
Damien grinned. "Greedy little fox," he muttered, then hurriedly took off his jeans, leaving only his boxers that revealed his impressive erection.
Shalene gasped and swallowed hard. She had never seen a man's manhood before, but one that big... she wasn't sure all men had one like that.
Damien pushed his thick cock inside her slowly. Shalene tensed up—this was her first time. She clawed the sheets as he began to move slowly. He knew it was her first time.
It was a fucking jackpot for him because it was also his first time having sex with a virgin, but seeing Shalene moaning made him feel sorry for her.
The rhythm became rough. He didn't want to prolong the process, which would only torture Shalene more. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, bringing her hands above her head—totally controlling. He continued moving until he saw Shalene's expression change from pain to pleasure.
Damien grabbed Shalene's chin. "Look at me," he said. Their gazes locked, silently admiring each other and communicating through their relentless, brutal play.
There was a little regret in Shalene's heart. She had cheated. She was no different from Chris. However, Damien managed to dispel that thought. His kisses, his rhythmic movements on top of her, his deep thrusts and strokes... all made her forget.
The orgasm came brutally. Shalene screamed Damien's name. She felt his hot seed flooding her womb. He caressed her face with a smile.
"You're mine now," he said. His body collapsed on the bed, pulling Shalene into his embrace. "Now go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll take you home."
Shalene nodded. She slept soundly in Damien's embrace after their incredible night of release.
They didn't know that outside, in the storm, Chris had never left. A hundred meters away, he watched the silhouette. Hoping his suspicions were wrong. But the next morning, everything was answered.
Shalene woke up with her whole body aching as if she had been hit by a heavy vehicle. She tried to move away slowly, but Damien tightened his embrace without opening his eyes.
Shalene sighed softly. Her gaze was fixed on Damien's chest. A tribal tattoo was drawn there and she traced it with her finger, moving up to his face. Shalene caressed Damien's jaw and looked at him endlessly.
However, the moment was interrupted. She couldn't get carried away. Carefully, she freed herself from Damien's arms, took her clothes and quickly put them on, then carefully left the room.
She drove her car away, disappearing into the distance. Away from Chris and Damien. She had gotten what she wanted. Damien's seed. Nothing else mattered. She just didn't expect that seed to not only grow love in her womb, but also bind Shalene in a dark obsession.
Shalene's car moved slowly toward the south of Westmont, to the apartment she had long since left. A car followed behind. It was Chris. Chris, with all his anger and jealousy, ready to destroy Shalene or, on the contrary, bring Shalene back and keep her from leaving again.