Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Hatred, My Soulmate : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

SERENA'S POV The night sky stretches endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant beacons of hope in the darkness that has long since descended upon our property. The gentle crackling of the makeshift bonfire provides the only real illumination in our garden now, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of my family as we gather in a circle. The destruction of our home looms behind us, a stark reminder of the chaos that erupted just hours ago.Dad has already contacted the construction authorities, his practical mind immediately shifting to solutions rather than dwelling on the problems. It's always been his way—fixing things, making them right again. The workers move like shadows across what remains of our home, their silhouettes occasionally visible against the night sky as they assess the damage.We've created a temporary tent in the garden of our expansive compound, a hastily assembled shelter that somehow feels more intimate than our spacious home ever did. Perhaps it'

SERENA'S POV After a long night of pretending that I don't know anything about what Damon is talking about, I'm mentally exhausted. The charade of shock and confusion has drained me more than I expected. Just as I'm about to suggest we all get some rest, Luna and Cassidy rise from their seats simultaneously, exchanging a meaningful glance before turning to me."We should head home," Luna announces, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder.I look at them with undisguised shock, my eyebrows shooting up toward my hairline. "You want to return back to your homes? In the middle of the night?" The incredulity in my voice echoes through the living room. The clock on the wall reads 2:17 AM—the witching hour, as some would call it."We have to," Cassidy says, her eyes not quite meeting mine. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, a nervous habit I've come to recognize. "It's not ideal, but it's necessary."I try my possible best to convince them otherwise, my voice taking on a desper

SERENA'S POV Strong, powerful, uncontrollable sensations are flooding in and out of my body with overwhelming force, making my moans loud and sharp into the night. The intensity builds with each passing moment, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree as waves of pleasure crash through me.At this point in time, I seriously do not care about my parents. I don't care what they think. I don't care what they are going to say or think about the young man currently entangled between my legs, slamming hard into me and making me feel so many strong, overwhelming sensations I never expected I was going to feel from him the moment I first knew him."Serena," he whispers against my neck, his voice thick with desire. "You feel incredible."He holds me tightly against himself, encircling my waist as he kisses and sucks my nipples, pounding and slamming hard into me while he groans and whispers sweet, seductive words into my ears. The sensation of his hot breath against my skin sends shiv

SERENA'S POV The sensation of Damon deep inside me is overwhelming, a heavy pressure that fills me completely as he holds me against his powerful body. His chest presses firmly against my back, warm and solid, while his lips trail sweet, delicate kisses along the curve of my neck. Each kiss sends shivers cascading down my spine, intensifying the pleasure building within me. "Serena," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, "you feel incredible." His strong arms encircle me, one hand squeezing my breast with fervent passion while the other grips my hip, guiding our movements. The firm pressure of his fingers against my sensitive skin makes me arch my back instinctively, my head falling back to rest against his shoulder. I can feel my fangs extending, sharp and prominent, a physical manifestation of the primal hunger that mirrors the carnal desire pulsing through me. My voice escapes in a loud cry that I cannot contain, the sound echoing off the walls as Damon increases his pace.

DAMON'S POV I can't control myself anymore. The elements—they're responding to us, wild and erratic like a storm caught between heaven and hell. The air itself pulses with our rhythm, heated and thick, crackling with invisible threads of power as if nature itself is watching, panting, desperate for release alongside us. Every thrust I make into her—every slamming connection of my hips against the creamy, maddening perfection of her backside—sends another ripple of raw, uncontrollable sensation through me, electric currents racing beneath my skin, threatening to tear me apart from within. Her body... gods, her body. That sexy, beautiful form beneath me, arched and welcoming, tight and wet and warm beyond reason—it's driving me to the brink of sanity. Her skin, slick with sweat and lust, glows like polished amber in the low, flickering light. The elegant curve of her spine flexes as I grip her waist with desperate fingers, and the hypnotic bounce of her ass against me makes my eyes ro