REVENGE IN HIS BED

First step towards trouble

Damon’s eyes held hers for a long, dangerous second. The tension between them thickened, warm as smoke and twice as intoxicating. His hand still rested at the small of her back, fingers lightly gripping the fabric of her dress as if he controlled her ability to stand.

“Then show me,” Scarlett had whispered.

Something unspoken snapped inside him.

Damon’s lips crashed onto hers with a fierce hunger as though she was the forbidden thing he’d been craving for too long. Scarlett gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to cling to his shoulders as he drew her closer, eliminating the space between them entirely.

Her back pressed against the wall, cool metal against burning skin. Damon’s body pinned her there, not harshly, but with certainty the kind that made her shiver and melt all at once. His mouth moved against hers hard enough to bruise, yet tender in its own strange way. Each kiss was a demand wrapped in desire.

She tasted whiskey and want. He tasted the ruin of her restraint.

Scarlett’s fingers slid up into his hair, gripping lightly. Damon groaned a low, rough sound that rumbled against her lips and pulled heat into her core. His hand smoothed up her back, then down again, fingers grazing beneath the hem of her dress. Her knees weakened under his touch.

Damon pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead pressed to hers. His dark eyes searched her face, storming with lust and warning.

“You’re drunk,” he whispered.

Scarlett nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, swollen from his kiss. “You’ll regret this tomorrow.”

She swallowed, a soft tremor dancing through her voice. “I... I...."she tried to talk but he shut her up with a kiss.

Her heart split wide open from desire, from the terrifying thrill of losing control. She didn’t want thinking. She wanted erasing.

She wanted him.

Damon’s jaw tightened, his restraint visibly cracking. “You’re playing with fire.”

Scarlett’s voice barely rose above a whisper. “Burn me.”

Those words did it.

With a deep curse, Damon lifted her, hands gripping firmly beneath her thighs. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the leather sofa like she weighed nothing at all.

He laid her down gently, but the heat in his eyes promised nothing gentle. Hovering above her, he traced his knuckles down her cheek, then along her throat. Scarlett arched slightly, breath catching as his lips followed the path of his touch, slow and deliberate.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured against her skin.

His mouth moved lower, exploring the delicate line of her collarbone. Scarlett’s fingers tangled in his hair, her pulse fluttering wildly under his lips.

“sir…” she breathed, barely holding onto the sound.

He glanced up at her, eyes dark and unguarded a look that told her she wasn’t the only one losing control tonight. His hand slid along her thigh again, this time with intention, coaxing her dress upward. When his fingertips grazed her bare skin, she sucked in a sharp breath.

Her body responded faster than her mind — want surging hot and unbearable.

Scarlett tugged lightly at his open shirt, her touch skimming the hard planes of his chest. His muscles tensed under her hand, and he caught her wrist gently, as if to anchor himself.

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For a brief second, she saw herself: the girl who planned to give her heart tonight to the man she loved and now offering her body to another because the ache was too big to hold alone.

But the second passed.

She cupped Damon’s face, eyes locked with his.

she whispered. “I want this.”

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips satisfaction and desire blending into something dangerous. He lowered himself again, capturing her mouth with his, deeper, hungrier. His hand guided her further into the couch cushions, his body fitting perfectly against hers.

Scarlett felt the world tilt off its axis.

Each kiss tasted like surrender. Each touch rewrote the moment she stood broken in a doorway watching someone else claim what she thought was hers. Now she was claiming something new — reckless and forbidden.

Her dress slid higher. Damon’s fingers traced patterns along her skin that sent waves of electricity spiraling through her. She gasped against his mouth, her heart pounding so hard she felt it everywhere.

“Tell me,” he murmured into her lips, his tone molten, “Tell me you want me.”

Scarlett’s breath shuddered as she spoke against his mouth. “I want you.”

The tiny confession unraveled the last reserve he had left.

He moved closer towards her, his fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. He knelt before her, gently removing her panties and tossing them aside. His hands caressed her thighs before spreading them apart, revealing her untouched innocence for the first time.* "This will hurt," he said gently

He stood up, positioning himself between her legs. His fingers teased her entrance before slowly pushing inside, stretching her virgin opening. She gasped as he entered her slowly, breaking through her hymen with a sharp thrust that made her whimper in pain.* "Shh," he whispered,...

He slowly thrusted into her, his 8-inch d**k stretching her tight p***y. He kissed her neck, trying to distract her from the pain. His hands supported her weight as he lifted her slightly, making deeper thrusts. He was enjoying her tightness and innocence too much...

He felt her virgin blood mixing with his pre-c*m as he continued to thrust deeper into her untouched p***y. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss while one hand played with her breasts through her gown She moaned softly into his mouth as he broke through another barrier...

He increased his pace, f*****g her harder now that she was loosening up. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he took her virginity properly - claiming what wasn't rightfully HIS he was just one dominant man taking an innocent girl for the first time..

he couldn't deny that it was the first time he was intimate with a virgin.!

He kissed her again, deeper than before, the kind of kiss that promised they were crossing a line they’d never find their way back from. His hand roaming through her body drawing out a soft, surprised moan that he swallowed with satisfaction.

Scarlett exhaled a broken sound — half laugh, half sob — before Damon shut her up with another searing kiss.

Time blurred.

Clothes loosened, breath tangled, hearts raced in sync. Their hands explored without hesitation now, guided not by reason but raw hunger. Damon’s control melted away piece by piece as he kissed down her body with aching devotion.

Scarlett had never felt like this. Needed like this. The pain inside her dissolved under every touch.

She pulled him back up by his collar, dragging him into one more deep kiss. Damon growled softly, the vibration sparking heat everywhere their bodies connected.

His answer was action his lips claiming hers again as the world faded around them, leaving only heat, sensation, and the reckless promise of forgetting.

The lights dimmed into darkness.

Breaths deepened.

Bodies tangled.

And the night took them fully, completely into the kind of intimacy they’d never be able to ignore.

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