WILLOW'S POV I jolted awake a few hours later, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Something Smelt good. Like really, really good. I jumped to my feet, following the scent to Ralph’s study...where I found Dameon. "W-what the fuck?" I looked at Dameon, who stood there, rigid and alarmed. He looked different. His hair was grown out, his beard unshaven, and his skin was darker, more tanned. His muscles ripple, his body completely ripped as it was before, if not more. He looked so much more rugged, and fuck if I was not absolutely attracted to it. How dare he look like that? How dare he turn up here, all sexy and handsome and smelling amazing when I had been absolutely miserable because of him! I was so confused and angry. So angry at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't give him the chance to. "Why the hell are you back after what you did? Are you trying to rub it in my face, or something?" I said, clenching my fists. "Willow, that's not-" he started and I nearly started t
"What?? How is that pos-?" I gasped as he suddenly pulled out of me, then immediately slammed back in, hitting a place inside me that I didn't know I Had-and it made me lose my mind. My mouth fell open in a ragged moan, my legs clenched around him. "The pleasure my body can bring for my mate alone," he said through gritted teeth, the desire on his face prominent as his cock pushes into me again. "B-but I've like-" My body jostled from another thrust and I let out a noise of pleasure, "I-I've slept with a lot of guys. Are you okay with that?" "I don't care if I'm not your first. My Goal is to be your last," he said as he picked up speed, plunging himself into me over and over as I took it, pinned beneath him. He watched my lips forever sound, his arms tensed, the veins popping out as I stared up at him in desperation. Oh god, I was going to cum too soon if he kept looking at me like that. "P-people call me a whore. They'll judge you for being my mate, "I continued, to rile him up
WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE He sat on the bed and I on his lap, straddling his thighs as we made out, completely lost in one another. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I moaned, tangling my hands in his hair. I was already so wet,grinding my lower body against his own,which is rock hard against me. This Made him groan into my mouth and it was the hottest sound ever, leading me to do it again and again and again. He lost it, flipping us over and pinning me to the bed, putting his body between my willfully spread thighs. His tongue pushed past my lips again and it made me crazy for him, wrapping my thighs around his waist to get as much contact as I could.The kiss deepened, He rolled his hips into me as the force of his lips on mine increased, hot and heavy. I made a noise of arousal into his mouth, fighting back against his only to be dominated once again. "You taste so fucking good," he said,as if he was drunk on me, lust-filled eyes on my swollen lips as I panted, trying
"Where are we going?" I asked. "It's a surprise," he said, grinning to himself, obviously excited about whatever he was going show me. When we reached our destination, I didn't know what to expect. He parked the car and we got out, but I was confused. We were In a neighborhood with just a few houses. But he took me by the hand and led me to one of them. It was two stories but small, and it looked really cozy with the deep brown paneling and dark tinted windows. "Are we visiting someone?" I asked. He shook his head, pulling me to him and wrapping an arm around my waist as we both faced it. "This is my house." My eyes widened. "What?!" "I bought it…I can't live at the packhouse forever, you know. I just wanted my own space.” "T-that's amazing! I'll be able to visit you more easily too!" "Baby," he had a knowing smile on his face, "I want you here. With me." My jaw dropped, the proposal taking me by surprise. "What? Me??" "No, that cricket on the ground," he said sarcastically
"I-I don't have anything else to offer. Nothing to make up for hurting you the way I d-did "Don't say that," his tone was grave. "Don't you ever think that's all I want you for. You're my mate.My reason for existing.!" He said,angry. I had done it again "But sometimes...I don't understand how you can love me," I confessed, trying to keep my tears at bay. "Why would you ever think that?" he asked me, pain in his voice. "You know why. 'Cause...because I am like this. I'm irrational, unstable. I-I act crazy! My thoughts aren't good,either! And I'm so scared of ruining everything we have," I look up at him,lips trembling and eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "I can't ruin this, Dameon," I shook my head. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Everything good in my life is because of you. AndI'm-I'm so sorry for not being more appreciative. For being a bitch," I sniffled "Hey. You don't need to be appreciative of my love, or that you're being taken care of. T
"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!" "Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last part was a low blow, but I Couldn't stop myself. He went quiet, and I continued grabbing my things around the room, ignoring his presence. Once I deemed my bags packed', I pushed past him out the be