43: Always thinking about her

DAMIEN

I lifted the cup of whiskey and downed the contents in one go.

But it didn’t help.

I can’t stop thinking about that night. Fuck it, I can’t stop thinking about her.

The memory of Scarlett consumed my thoughts like a blazing inferno. Every detail of our night together played out in my mind with vivid clarity, each moment etched into my memory with electrifying intensity.

I remembered the way she looked at me, her eyes ablaze with desire as she first seduced me, and then surrendered herself to me completely. The soft curve of her lips beckoned me closer, and when our mouths finally met, it was like a spark igniting a powder keg of passion.

Her skin was soft beneath my touch, yielding to my every caress as we explored each other with a fervor that bordered on reckless abandon. Every kiss, every touch, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, leaving me breathless and desperate for more.

What captivated me the most was the way her body moved beneath me, the way her so