LOGIN~DAMIEN~“Your turn next,” I say and she gives me a smirk.“Interesting,” she announces and shakes the jar up and hard.Her gasp is amazing as she pulls out the next little slip.She clears her throat and I know the slip she's holding was written by me the moment she reads it out.“Spread those gorgeous butt cheeks of yours and give me your asshole. I want to fuck your ass, deep and hard and all the way in.”My dick is jumping to attention in a flash.Holy shit! It's been a while since I fuck that little butt hole of hers.“Where?” She prompts, sliding down from her stool. “Where are we doing this?”I tap on the side of my table for her to come closer after pushing the plates aside.Slowly, she comes around, facing me close enough that I kiss her nice and deep with a smile on my face before spinning her around and bending her forward over the counter.Her ass is a great sight to behold.A fucking delight and I can't resist giving it a smack.I give her ass ano
~HOLLY~The moment we step into the kitchen, the air shifts.It’s still charged—how could it not be after that?—but now it’s lighter too. Warmer. Playful.Domestic… in a way that makes my chest feel all soft and strange.Damien leans against the counter like he owns the place, watching me with that same dangerous smile, like he’s already planning trouble.“Alright,” I say, tying my hair up into a loose bun, trying to look focused even though I can feel his eyes all over me. “You said pasta. That means you’re helping.”He raises a brow. “Helping… or supervising?”I scoff, grabbing a pot and filling it with water. “Helping. As in actually doing something useful for once.”“Ouch,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “I think I’ve been very useful tonight.”Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.I turn to him, pointing a wooden spoon at his chest. “Behave, or I’ll make you chop onions.”He gasps dramatically. “That’s
~DAMIEN~Holly's eyes are on me as I shake the jar up for round two.My mouth is still hungry for more, set alive by the taste of my gorgeous Holly's pussy.I'd have lapped at that divine slit all night long and be grateful for it, but those sweet little treats are still calling.The color in her cheeks is fresh and alive, her eyes twinkling with mischief that I so much love.“I can't believe we just broke my chair,” she says, and the giggle in her voice is still there.“Fuck your chair,” I laugh.She shakes her head, joining me to laugh now.I plunge my hand into the jar for the second slip of little paper, and Holly's eyes are on me as I unfold the dirty treat, and it's a good one.I turn the slip around for her to see, and those sparkling eyes of hers widens, nervous all over again as she reads what it is on the slip aloud.“Strip dance naked, for me.”“Yes, that's what I want,” I tell her.She shakes her head, refusing immediately.“I don't really know how
~HOLLY~Fuck! I don't realize how much I have missed Damien till now.The kiss is so magical that my heart is still pounding and my lips craving so much more of Damien.I take the jar from him with a load of fresh nerves, trying to remember what and what I have written in there. One thing is certain. There's only one way for me to find out.Damien is staring at me so hard as I shake the jar and watch the papers dancing around. I can feel it. The intense gaze in his eyes. The excitement.Damien wants me.Wants me like before when I was still in his cabin.It's an amazing feeling to know that he still wants me despite pushing me away for months.“I'm so excited,” I tell him and I am not lying.I take a breath as I shake the time one final time and reach my hand inside.My fingers closes on one piece of paper, and there it was, the first piece of the kink selected.My fingers are shaking as I unfold it, my eyes desperate to know what is written there. “So w
~HOLLY~I don’t know how long we stay like that, wrapped in each other.Breathing each other in like we’ve both been drowning for months and just found air again.His arms are tight around me…almost too tight…..but I don’t complain. I can’t. Because I’m holding onto him just as desperately.Like if I let go… he might disappear again.And I don’t think my heart could survive that twice.His lips are still on mine when we finally slow down, the kiss softening, turning from something wild and consuming into something deeper… something that feels like home.My fingers curl into the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric like an anchor.“Don’t do that again,” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaking slightly. “Don’t leave me like that again.”He pulls back just enough to look at me, his forehead resting against mine.“I won’t,” he says immediately.No hesitation. No doubt. Just certainty.And for some reason… I believe him.His thumb brushes gently against
~DAMIEN~My fingers tremble slightly as I gather the last of the flowers.They’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen—petals soft as silk, glowing faintly under the fading light, carrying a scent so sweet it almost aches. Not just flowers… they feel like something more. Like forgiveness. Like a beginning.“Mate will love them,” Lucian murmurs, his voice low but vibrating with excitement.I swallow hard.“I hope she’ll even see me,” I mutter.I turn and walk quickly back to my car, my boots crunching against the gravel. My heart is pounding now…not from the ritual, not from the goddess… but from what comes next.From her….Holly.The name alone tightens something deep in my chest.I reach my car, pull the door open, and immediately strip off what’s left of my torn clothes. My hands move fast, almost desperate, grabbing a clean shirt and dark jeans from the backseat.I change right there, not caring about anything else but time.Every second feels like too much.Every
~HOLLY~“Now, get the fuck here!” Damien says and grabs my arms.I shriek as he shoves me forward and I tumble over the arm of the couch.My face slams into the couch and he slaps my ass once, twice, three times, real fucking hard, and I shriek again when my ass cheeks are sp
~HOLLY~I go tense the moment Damien tells me it's Gabriel calling.I suddenly remember his numerous messages I haven't replied to, and I feel guilty.Damien answers the call on the second ring, and it's Ella's voice I hear first on the phone.“Merry Christmas, dad!” She exc
~HOLLY~I can't believe this is happening or if I can trust what is going on. Damien has been running hot and cold all day. First he had made me cum harder than I ever had in the shower.Then he had gotten cold and tried to keep his distance. Now he's asking to taste my
~DAMIEN~My cock is getting harder each passing minute.It seems like the more I try not to think about this curvy little human pressed against me, the more that is all I could think about.Holly seems to be having trouble falling asleep also. She shifts restlessly against me,







