เข้าสู่ระบบ~DAMIEN~Holly moans against my mouth, and it sends chills down my spine.I break the kiss, and begin nibbling softly against her earlobe.“Stretching your tight little pussy around my cock is what I want to do right now, little one,” I murmur in her ear.She moans loudly again at my dirty words.“Tell me you want this,” I bark and she nods.“Say it, little one,” I command her.“I want it! I want everything you have to give me, and even more!” She rasps out. “My goodness, I've missed you so much!”“Good,” I smirk. “Because I won't be gentle. I want to be sure you're ready.”“Don't be gentle,” she breathes. “Please, Damien…. don't be gentle. I want….”I smile at her.“I know what you want, sweetheart. I have always known what you want.”Then I hook my fingers into her sleeping trousers and they slides down in one fluid drop.She's wearing nothing underneath and the sound makes me catch a groan in my throat.She's wet, needy, and soft against my fingers as I s
~DAMIEN~That’s all it takes…. one sentence, three words.And suddenly, nothing else matters.Not the consequences, not the guilt, not the chaos waiting for us.Just her.I pull her to me hard, my hand sliding into her hair, gripping just enough to tilt her head back.Her breath hitches.“Holly…” I whisper, right against her lips now.And then I kiss her…..not gently, not cautiously.But like a man who almost lost everything.Like I’m trying to prove something… claim something… burn this moment into existence so deeply it can never be undone.She gasps softly against my mouth, but she doesn’t pull away.Her lips are soft….too soft….and it drives me insane because they don’t match the chaos she’s just unleashed inside me.She melts into me almost instantly, like she’s been waiting for this… like she’s been holding it back for too long.Her hands clutching me like she needs this just as much as I do.She needs more.The kiss deepens instantly… turns desperate… h
~DAMIEN~I don’t move.Not when she wraps her arms around me.Not when her body crashes into my back like she’s falling… like I’m the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground.Not even when her words break through me like a blade straight to the chest.“I can’t live without you, Damien…”My fingers tighten slowly around the doorknob.For a second… just one second… I almost open it anyway.Because that’s what she asked for.Because that’s what she chose.Because I heard her say yes.Yes to leaving me.Yes to tearing this apart.Yes to walking away like what we have is something that can be buried and forgotten.But then she clings tighter, her fingers fisting my shirt like I’m slipping away.Like she’s drowning.And suddenly…..I can’t breathe.My chest rises sharply, and I shut my eyes.Damn it.Damn her.Damn me.Damn everything.“I tried…” she sobs against my back, her voice breaking in a way that rips something primal out of me. “I tried to stay away…
~HOLLY~“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I whisper, my voice barely audible now. “I didn’t plan it… I didn’t want to hurt anyone…”My shoulders shake as I struggle to hold myself together.“But I did,” I finish. “And I can’t undo it.”Damien exhales slowly, like he’s trying to steady himself.“You think pushing me away will fix it?” he asks.“I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “But staying… loving you… pretending this can work…” I shake my head weakly. “That will destroy everything.”His eyes darken.“And what about you?” he asks. “What happens to you if you walk away from this?”I let out a hollow laugh.“I’ll survive.”The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.He steps closer again, slower this time… cautious, like I might break.“Look at me and say that again.”I hesitate, and that hesitation says everything.His gaze softens just slightly.“You won’t,” he murmurs.Tears fall faster now because he's right.But I don’t say it.I won't, and I can't.Because if I do…
~HOLLY~The moment he says, “We need to talk,” something inside me caves in quietly.Like a fragile thing finally giving up after holding on for too long.My fingers curl slightly at my sides, my nails pressing into my palms as if the small sting might keep me grounded. But it doesn’t.Nothing does.Because he’s here, inside my room, too close, too real, and I can't run this time.I can’t hide behind a locked door.I can’t pretend he doesn’t exist.My heart starts beating so fast it scares me.I can actually hear it… loud, erratic, like it’s trying to escape my chest. Like it knows I’m about to break.I take a step back instinctively, shaking my head slightly.“Damien… please….”“No.” His voice cuts through mine, low, firm, leaving no room for escape. “Don’t do that.”My throat tightens.“Don’t what?” I ask weakly, even though I already know.“Don’t shut me out again.” His eyes burn into mine, intense, searching, almost… desperate. “You’ve been hiding for day
~HOLLY~I don’t come out of my room the next day, and the day after that.Not even when the silence in the house becomes so loud it feels like it’s pressing against my ears.I stay in my room for three days.Three whole days of hiding, of pretending the world outside that door doesn’t exist… because the moment I step out, I might see him.Or worse…I might see Gabriel.And I don’t think I can survive either.The first day, I cried until my throat burned.I remember clutching the pillow so tightly like it could hold me together… like it could stop my heart from breaking into pieces.“I’m so stupid…” I whispered into the fabric, my voice raw. “Why did I let it get this far?”But the pillow didn’t answer. Nothing did.And that silence? It hurt more than anything.The second day, I barely moved from the bed.I didn’t even realize when the sun rose… or when it set.Time felt… meaningless.At some point, I dragged myself to the mirror, and I wish I hadn’t.Becaus







