로그인"What? Didn't you want to go swimming?" Damon's forehead was furrowed, his voice tinged with clear annoyance as he faced Samantha, who was pouting stubbornly back at him.Damon stood before her wearing only a pair of black board shorts, his damp dark hair falling loosely over his brow. Samantha, on the other hand, was still dressed in her casual T-shirt and shorts. Damon had already told her to get changed for the ocean, but she hadn't moved an inch."I already told you I don't want to! Not right now! Why do you have to be so persistent?" Samantha shot back, her tone sharp with irritation."Aren't you always complaining that I never let you swim?" Damon asked, taking a step closer. "And now that I'm inviting you, you're telling me you don't want to anymore?"Samantha pouted even deeper at his logic. "Whatever. Go swim by yourself," she muttered, turning her back on him and walking straight toward the rest house.Damon called out her name a few times behind her, but she didn't bother t
Her body, driven purely by instinct, responded immediately. She began riding him, rising and falling against his thick length in a steady, relentless rhythm. Every downward plunge drew breathless moans from her chest."Yes... that's it, sweetheart," Damon groaned, his hands keeping a tight, guiding hold on her hips."Fuck!" Samantha couldn't stop the curse from slipping out every time she bottomed out on his shaft, his tip striking deep inside her.Her grip on his shoulders tightened until her knuckles turned white. Damon let out a dark growl at the sting, but the sound only fueled the wild heat consuming her body.She quickened her pace, bouncing up and down his shaft as he assisted her rhythm. The position was demanding, but the sheer, overwhelming pleasure it delivered was addictive."Damon... oh, fuck!"Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and neck, her chest rising and falling in rapid, desperate pants. It felt like a feverish race toward a peak of pure ecstasy."Ah! Shit!"
Samantha’s sweaty body collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving as she panted for air.Damon had just driven her over the edge using only his fingers and his tongue. She was completely exhausted, yet thoroughly satisfied. Sinking into the soft mattress, she closed her eyes, desperate to regain her strength.Damon, however, had no intention of letting her rest.He leaned down over her, resting one palm beside her head while his other hand gently framed her cheek. Samantha’s eyelids fluttered open as a soft kiss touched her lips. When their eyes met, she saw a blazing fire in his dark gaze—he was far from finished.Without a word, Damon sat up and took her hands, gently pulling her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.He slid his hands under the hem of her shirt, raising her arms to pull the fabric over her head and tossing it aside. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra in a single motion, letting it slip down her arms to expose her chest completely to his view.Saman
When Samantha opened her eyes, the familiar wooden ceiling of her guest room met her gaze.She raised a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes as the memories of yesterday came rushing back in a suffocating wave.She remembered how desperately she had cried on the beach. She remembered Damon kneeling in the sand before her, his large hands framing her wet cheeks as he gently wiped her tears away. His touch still felt ghost-like against her skin, and the memory of the sheer, raw concern in his dark eyes made her chest tighten with unwanted confusion.After he had brought her back to the cottage, she had locked herself inside her bedroom for the rest of the day. When he knocked on her door to offer her dinner, she hadn't opened it. Fortunately, Damon hadn't pushed her.Sitting up on the mattress, Samantha looked down at herself. She was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her feet dusty from the sand, and her eyelids felt heavy and swollen from hours of weeping.Sighing, she swung her le
"Are you sure about this? Are you really going to give Samantha up?" Daniel asked, leaning back against the yacht's railing.It was Saturday, which meant Daniel was making his weekly run to the island. As they had arranged, he was delivering food, bottled water, and fresh supplies to the secluded place.Everything had been carefully orchestrated from the very beginning. Damon had planned the whole scheme with Daniel's help—even his close inner circle of friends had played along. They were the ones who had "lost" his private yacht, orchestrating a fake stranding so Damon would have an unquestionable excuse to keep Samantha isolated on the island with him.He had tricked her completely.Damon’s forehead furrowed at his younger brother's question. "Who said anything about giving her up?" he countered.Daniel frowned, gesturing toward the crates of groceries. "You just said you're taking her back to the mainland."Damon paused, setting down a heavy box of supplies, and turned to face his
Guilt flooded Samantha's system like poison, heavy and suffocating.Pressing a trembling fist against her chest, Samantha squeezed her eyes shut as a sharp ache bloomed behind her ribs. It hurt. It hurt so badly knowing she was betraying Alfred, knowing how he had not deserved her betrayal.'This is wrong. Everything I've done with Damon is wrong.'Disgust rolled through her. She hated herself for being so weak, for yielding to her physical desires when she should have stood firm.'I love you, Samantha.'The memory of Alfred’s gentle smile flashed in her mind, making the crushing weight in her chest unbearable. Tears spilled over her lashes, hot and continuous, trailing down her cheeks and dripping onto the white sand below.She didn't bother wiping them away. She just let them fall, desperately hoping that the pain inside her would wash away with them.***Panic seized Damon's chest as the hours dragged on.He had been searching the island for almost an entire day, but Samantha was n







