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My body seemed to respond to every touch, to every soft and sensual kiss, to the feel of skin and taunt muscles that were my exact kind of poison, hard, hot to the touch and smooth. I’m loosing myself in this moment. Have you ever waited for something your whole life that when it happened pinching yourself just wasn’t enough. I wanted the moment to last for ever, l want to continue feeling gorgeous in the arms of the man who has driven me crazy since I was 16. The nagging thoughts in my mind just don’t go away, SHUT UP conscience!!!, I’m having my moment here. He seems to feel my distraction, he deepened the kiss. I was in high heaven and I never wanted to come down. EVER. He moved to my left breast, sucking it, worshiping it, his fingers worked their magic, his tongue and soft lips in my ear. His body fit mine just right, his scent made me want to lick him till I was drunk on him, but the nagging feeling just won’t go away. I press my body against him harder. Wanting him to consume me. To own me, at that moment it never occurred to me that this wasn’t normal. f**k IT and f**k YOU TOO Sachell, I want Dominic, like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life. He gently parts my legs, and I can feel his body quivering. I’m too far gone to hear what he is saying. He pulls me closer and kisses me deeper. He trusts into me and I can’t help but scream. What I’m feeling right now is not what they tell you about your first time. The burn is acidic. He feels huge in me, he probably is. He whispers sweet nothings to me with his voice choked on emotions I can’t quiet place. And that’s when I realized that this wasn’t Dominic, my first love, my only love. His voice wasn’t this deep. I freeze in my sudden moment of sobriety. I start to panic, I hit hard on his back as I try to move up on the bed away from him. Then he starts to move, slowly, sensually, awakening something in me I cannot name. My body falls into a deep well of pleasure. Whoever he is, he is worshiping my body, stretching me beyond belief. Oh but the pleasure that courses through my veins. Thoughts of Dominic vanish, I just can’t seem to catch my breath. Hot, molten heat of pleasure pulsates from my thighs towards my cunt. My body has a mind of its own as it starts to respond to the ecstasy of this man moving in me. His eyes bore in to me, imprinting on me, the sounds that come out of his mouth are sinful. Stars exploded in my eyes, and all I could remember were hazel eyes with flecks of green and gold in them. Our bodies are intertwined in a way that I don’t know where mine starts or ends. I shivering on a high and come. “Who are you” I ask, almost sober and pleasure free. His mouth does this funny thing as if he was smirking. He starts to move again. That was my last moment of sanity that night. I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and if you can believe it, a soft warm breeze. I’m feeling chuffed at myself right now. I was in Dominic Salesburg arms. I lifted my eyes to see the face that haunted me day in, day out, the body that turned me on high s****l voltage, the soft tender lips that discovered me last night. I found myself looking into hazel eyes with specks of gold and green, again. But!! THIS IS NOT DOMINIC!!!, his eyes were an amazing coral green. The green that always mesmerised me. f**k!!. Damien!!!!, Damien Riggs!!!! Damien f*****g Riggs!!,I stopped breathing. “ That’s a first”, the deep baritone seemed to come from his full soft lips. He seemed to be saying something… “ so there’s actually two ways to shut you up,” he sounds amused the cocky sick f**k!!!, for the life of me I just can’t seem to accept the sight before me. “Miss Saint…… damn-it Michelle breath, you’re turning purple!!”. He kissed me, and my body started to betray me again. I pushed hard against his chest. Nooooo!!!, this can’t be, he can’t be!!!!….NO!!. “Are you clean?” Even I can’t believe the words that just came out my mouth. “You are my first Michelle” “That can’t be true”, I grasp the bed sheet that is doing little to hide me, “I’ve never lied to you” Our eyes clash. It takes forever for either one of us to say something. Years before Dominic, there was Damien. I’ve known him as long as I have known myself. Damien Riggs was my father’s best friend. “how did I end up here?” I ask him, I can hear the tears in my voice, “You would know better”. “I left the club with Dominic, we had a few drinks. We came here, had a few more drinks. It was supposed to be our night, how the hell did you get here??!!, what are YOU doing here???!!!!, where is Dominic?”. Damien looked at Michelle and he couldn’t believe that his life was standing before him. He was 8years 8 months when she said her first words. He was 9years, 6 days when she took her first steps, exactly 5 days later she got her first tooth. He knew her and had loved her just as long. He hadn’t missed a single first of hers, he wasn’t about to loose this one either. Call him psychotic, call him whatever, but Michelle was his. He didn’t feel guilty about being her dad’s “ best friend”, in due time she would learn the truth. He just hoped that she would give him enough time. He smirked, if she didn’t, he would simply make her. Seeing the smirk on Damien’s face infuriated Michelle. As long as she could remember he had always been there. Insufferable Damien!!, that strange look was in his eye again. “How did you end up here?” “I own this hotel” “That still doesn’t explain it” He loved how she wasn’t scared of him, she always seemed to be impatient with him, eager to push him away. She didn’t fuss and fawn over him, she gave it to him straight, undiluted. He craved it. In his world it was rare that he met someone who was so unaffected by his stature. People often, stupidly, tripped themselves in-front of him, yes well it was natural, a word or even a look from him could change or end a life. But this treasure scowling at him right now could tell him to bend over and touch his toes and he would, with no hesitation. Her hazel eyes could calm and ground him. Her touch moved the tectonic plates of his heart. His Ell!, He had that funny look on his face again, to her he looked mental. She was not staying around for this, she stood up to get dressed. She failed to recognise that she did not have any regrets of the previous night. What rummaged her thoughts were images of her dad’s face if/when he found out about this. She hoped it would be more of an if rather than when scenario. She stole a look at Damien. His eyes were locked on her. He got up to get dressed too. The bright red stain sparkled against the white sheets. He felt unbelievably honoured and proud ,she on the other hand couldn't decide how she felt. But she was sure that she didn't have any regrets. She should have questioned her feelings but she was too eager to get away. If he got that funny look one more time, she would hammer his toes to floor. He reached her in two steps, he knew better than to touch her right now. "Elle, you need to remember and trust that I would never hurt you. Last night......", Michelle had to crane her neck to be able to look into his eyes, when did he get so tall, she backed up a bit, instinctively he followed her. "Dominic sold you last night"