Chapter 266: Morning after III
Vivienne had barely taken two steps into the bathroom when she heard Damian behind her.
She turned.
He was standing in the doorway, looking entirely at home. The bright overhead lighting illuminated every inch of the white tile, casting a sharp glow across the room.
Everything was glaringly visible—every flush on her skin, every drop of moisture, and the unmistakable marks left on them both from their wild first time last night.
"Why are you here?"
Damian looked completely unbothered, crossing his arms over his chest, though a bright, infectious grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I told you. I’m going to help you."
"Help me do what?"
"Wash up."
Vivienne blinked. Then she understood. Of course. She rested a hand on her hip, looking him up and down without an ounce of modesty. They had already did it last night; there was no point in playing bashful now, even if the harsh daylight made her heart do a strange little flip.
"Damian."
"What?"
"I can wash myself."
"I know."
"Then why are you following me?"
He gave her a sheepish, hopelessly smitten smile, his eyes lingering shamelessly over her bare body in the bright light. "Because you’re still sore."
Vivienne snorted, shaking her head. He really was shameless. Yet, when he stepped closer into the bright room and gently took her hand, she let him.
Partly because she was curious. Partly because she enjoyed the attention. And partly because she knew exactly what was going through his mind.
She wasn’t nineteen on the inside; she had enough experience to recognize that look in a young man’s eyes when he’s tasted something incredible for the first time and wants nothing more than a second helping.
"You’re not actually worried about whether I can wash myself, are you?"
Damian’s ears turned slightly pink under the harsh lights, but his smile only widened. "I am."
"Only that?"
He stepped right into her personal space, his blue eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated excitement. "Mostly that. But mostly I just want to touch you again."
Vivienne laughed, her chest warm. "You’re terrible."
"I just want to take care of you," he murmured, his tone so sweet and eager that her teasing expression softened instantly.
"Fine."
He stepped into the glass enclosure with her, turning on the shower. The warm stream cascaded down, steam slowly softening the glare of the bathroom lights.
Damian grabbed the sponge, lathering it with soap, and began washing her. His hands were eager, tracing the curve of her throat, gliding over the swell of her breasts, and smoothing down the pale expanse of her stomach. In the bright light, he didn’t miss a single detail, practically beaming as he took in the sight of her.
Vivienne didn’t hide. Instead, she leaned against the cool tile and returned his gaze in full, taking in the slick, defined muscle of his chest, his broad shoulders, and the thick length between his legs that was already standing rock-hard and ready.
"You know," Vivienne teased softly, catching him grinning down at her chest as he lathered her shoulders. "You’re taking your sweet time over there."
"I’m enjoying myself," Damian replied instantly, his voice thick with a heady mix of boyish delight and raw desire. His hands slid down to her hips, his thumbs stroking her waist.
"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until her wet chest lightly brushed his. "You’re practically vibrating."
Damian didn’t deny it. He pulled her flush against him, his hands sliding down to cup her rear, a breathless, giddy laugh escaping him. "Can you blame me? Look at you."
The friction of his thick, rigid shaft pressing against her wet, bare hip made her breath catch.
"I want you again, Vivienne," he whispered eagerly into the quiet rush of the water, pressing enthusiastic, warm kisses against her wet jaw. "I’ve been thinking about it all morning."
Vivienne smirked, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his length. "Then stop talking and fuck me."
Damian let out a raspy groan at her boldness, his eyes lighting up with absolute pleasure. He hooked her leg high over his hip, pinning her firmly against the tiled wall. With the bright light rendering every shadow obsolete, he lined himself up with her slick, swollen entrance and drove himself home in one long, heavy thrust.
"Ah!" Vivienne gasped, her hands clutching his wet shoulders as her inner walls clamped tightly around his full length.
Because last night had been his first time too, the sheer thrill of being buried inside her was still overwhelmingly brand new to him. Damian let out a shaky, triumphant laugh against her neck, unable to contain his joy as he began to drive into her, setting a heavy, enthusiastic pace that echoed off the glass walls.
The water washed over them, but the heat between them was scorching. Every deep slide hit her sweet spot with precision.
"Damian—yes!" she gasped, her hands tangling in his wet hair.
"You feel so good, Vivienne... god, you’re amazing," he panted, grinning against her skin as he hammered into her.
The sensory overload was too much for him to hold out for long. Damian buckled, thrusting deep into her as his hips shuddered, spilling a hot, heavy release deep inside her cavern.
Vivienne whimpered as the warmth filled her, her own body pulsing in a tight, breathless mini-climax.
Damian rested his forehead against hers, panting heavily, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. But he didn’t pull out.
Inside her tight, slick heat, his shaft throbbed, and within just a few ragged breaths, the sheer excitement of having her in his arms triggered his body right back. Driven by youthful energy and an insatiable appetite for her, his length expanded, hardening completely inside her again without breaking contact for even a second.
Damian let out a low, excited chuckle, his eyes wide with dark, horny wonder as he felt himself grow big inside her once more. "See? I told you. I can’t get enough."
"Damian— wait—" Vivienne gasped as he smoothly unhooked her leg, scooped her up into his arms, and stepped straight out of the shower, carrying her effortless frame out of the bathroom.
He didn’t bother drying them off. Water droplets clung to their skin, glistening as he carried her into the warm bedroom and laid her directly onto the center of the plush bed.
Full of unrestrained enthusiasm, Damian hovered over her, grabbing her knees and parting her legs wide. He stepped between her thighs, aligning his hard, wet shaft with her dripping entrance, and plunged straight back inside her in one swift, deep motion.
"Ah! Damian!" Vivienne arched off the mattress, her fingers digging wildly into the sheets.
With full space and mobility on the wide mattress, Damian went to work. He gripped her hips tightly, lifting her slightly to change the angle, and began pounding into her with a fierce, continuous rhythm that made the heavy mahogany frame creak against the wall. He was like a man possessed by the purest kind of greed—wanting to feel her, taste her, and fuck her again and again.
As she moaned beneath him, Damian leaned down, his index finger tracing the soft line of her parted lips. She let out a breathless gasp, and he gently slid two fingers into her mouth. Vivienne instinctively sucked and swirled her tongue around them. Damian groaned at the sight, his eyes darkening as he watched her.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth, slick with her saliva, and captured her lips in a deep, wet kiss. At the same time, his right hand moved to her chest, cupping her full breast and squeezing the sensitive flesh firmly, while his left hand slid lower, his thumb finding her swollen clitoris and rubbing it in fast, circular strokes.
"Ah! Damian—!" Vivienne’s head tossed back, her toes curling as the multi-layered sensation drove her out of her mind. He was relentless, thrusting deep while his hands worked her body like an instrument.
Wanting to change things up, Damian gently rolled them both onto their sides, pulling her back flush against his chest in a tight spooning position without pulling out for even a second.
With her back pressed to his warm, wet chest, he hooked her top leg up over his hip, giving himself a deep, friction-filled angle. He began to stroke into her from behind, his arm wrapping around her waist. His hand reached between her legs again, his fingers working her wet, slick clit with an eager, teasing rhythm while his lips pressed hot, lingering kisses along the curve of her spine and shoulder.
"Look how tight you are around me, Vivienne," he whispered greedily into her ear, his hips moving in long, heavy glides. "You fit me so well..."
"Damian... it’s too much..." Vivienne panted, her fingers clutching his arm across her waist as her hips tilted back into his thrusts.
Driven by an insatiable surge of energy, Damian shifted once more, flipping her onto all fours. He gripped her waist, lifting her hips high, and drove straight back into her from behind with a sudden, powerful thrust that wrung a sharp scream of pleasure from her throat.
The view of her arched back, her flushed skin, and the wet sounds of their bodies meeting drove him completely wild. He pounded into her with a fierce, unbridled pace, his hands digging into her hips to anchor her as he met her every shuddering breath.
A breathless, dazzled smile broke across his face as he drove her toward the absolute edge. His head already convinced that somehow, Vivienne was now his.
Her inner walls clamped around him in a fierce, crushing grip, her body quaking violently in a full, shattering climax that made her call out his name over and over.
That tight, milking grip broke Damian completely. He let out a low, guttural groan, driving himself as deep as his body could go, and poured another heavy, burning load deep inside her.
He collapsed over her, gently lowering them both down to the mattress. He rolled them over and pulled her flush against his chest, heaving for air, a wide, blissful smile still plastered on his face as he buried his nose into the crook of her neck.
Vivienne wrapped her arms around his back, panting, her skin flushed, feeling the steady, rapid thud of his ecstatic heart against her ribs.
They lay there together in the quiet room, wet, spent, and entangled, as the morning slowly disappeared around them.
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Tbc
AN: I know!!! Yes, it’s smut but I think after so many Chapters, we deserve a second round!! Hahahaha!