Chapter 33: Chapter 30: Feeling You
Leslie's P.O.V.
It's pitch black and I am unsure of where I am. My body is stiff as if I have been lying in the same position for hours. I sit up and try to feel around as a wave of headache blast through me. The familiar satin comforter I had slept in the night before indicates that I'm currently back home.
Well not back home , back at Damien's penthouse. But back at his parents mansion.
"What did hell happened" I thought trying to recollect what had happened.
"How did I get here?I murmur, sitting right up, confused, weak and disoriented.
A sudden flash of light floods the room and I am momentarily blinded for a bit, disoriented. I raise my hands to shield my eyes, from the light letting them adjust to the sudden brightness. Once they've adapted. Glancing around I then notice the connecting door at the far end of the room, seems he really did move us in then. I spot Damien with a glass of water as he steps into the room.
"Sorry," he says, walking towards me. "I knew you'd be up soon." He then sets a glass of water on the nightstand and sits on the bed next to me.
"How long was i out?" I ask groggily,My head hammering a bit too hard. I reach for the glass of water and took a long sip. "And how did I get here?"I ask.
The last thing I remember is crying outside of the restaurant in the rain and Damien comforting me. Crap.
"I must have embarrassed myself yet again!"
"You passed out. Why did you run headlessly into the rain like that."He asks in a scolding manner.
"Well I brought you home and I called the doctor, he said you were just exhausted and stressed.so I brought you here and put you to bed. You slept for a few hours," He strokes my wild hair gently, his hands feeling like a soft caress as he gives me a cautious grin.
"You're still in your wet clothes?" I say observing his damp shirt and slick hair.
"I went for a walk while you were asleep I needed to clear my head.."He says with a dry look on his face.
"In this freezing rain?" I ask skeptically a bit shocked at him doing something so unlike his normal self.
He then shrugs. "Doesn't bother me." He strokes my cheek admiringly and I notice how weary he looks. It appears as if he's aged with a look of worry heavy on his face.
"Is there something going on"I ask, noticing the worry lines on his brows.
"Have you at least taken something?"I ask.
"I wasn't hungry, besides do you think my mind could think of food when I watched you lay there looking so pale and helpless."He says with a baritone voice with a concerned look on his face.
The somber memory of the rain incident causes a dull ache in my chest. "Am sorry, I should'nt have run into the rain like that. I should have thought about the baby's health. But I'm fine, Damien please don't tell me you've been sitting around here waiting for me to wake up." I look out through the bedroom's window, out into the darkness. I seems I slept the entire day away.
Damien then shrugs. "It's ok. I got some work done anyway, Since I didn't go to work today. Like I said, I went for a walk."
Guilt gawned into my flesh. It's hard not to feel responsible for Damien's dreary appearance. Just hours before he was so vital, so carefree, even in spite of my less than gracious attitude and outburst. Now he sits before me, with apprehension etched into his hallow eyes. They still sparkle yet they've dulled in intensity. His skin looks pale and ashen.
"Come," I say, pulling him down into the bed with me. "You look like you could rest. I think walking outside in the rain has made you sick." I say, a bit concerned and worried.
He shakes his head but doesn't resist when I pull him under the covers and into my arms. He rests his head on my breast, nestling his nose into me and inhaling deeply. Tension rolls off his shoulders when he releases a deep breath.
"I'll be ok soon. I'm just a bit fustrated that's all," he murmurs with closed eyes.
I feel horrible for my outburst. I must've annoyed Damien, leaving him to wallow for hours while I slept it off. How could I have been so callous and irresponsible . when all he gave me was complete honesty and kindness?
He's successfully taken things in stride yet here I was throwing myself a pity party. Knowing how transparent and emotionally unstable I can be got me all ruffled. but that's not his fault. He could have abandoned me today knowing how rude I sounded, yet he brought me home to care for me.
"I'm so sorry about earlier. You have been so good to me. You didn't deserve that." I stroke his cold, damp hair. I wish I could just pour all my warmth into him and heat him from the inside out.
"Are you feeling better?" he mutters into the fabric of my dress.
"I am. Thank you. I'm more worried about you though," I say soothingly. My voice comes out in a silky soprano, nothing like my usual raspy tone.
"Don't be. Being here with you is enough,"He breathes out.
" What?"I manage to croak out in surprise.
He lifts his head to meet my questioning gaze. The dark circles around his eyes have begun to fade and his beautiful olive complexion is returning. His crystal blues twinkle brightly with a hint of something that screams "Danger".
"Why wouldn't I? You are unlike anyone, any woman, I have ever met. Hell, yeah have dealt with countless of women before that I can't deny." He says as he snickers. Good to see his sense of humor has been restored as well. I smile back at him.
"But no one has ever moved me like you, Leslie. I've never been so affected by anyone. From the day I crashed my car into you, I got addicted."He says staring into my eyes, as well if searching for something.
"Really, And you didn't think me crazy for running off abandoning and denying my poor panties" I whisper with color rising in my cheeks as I recollect the first memory of me and Damien first ever encounter.
"Well you did left me something of yours didn't you?". That's why I want you around at all times. I like the clumsy, forgetful, and unstable Leslie. I like the way you make me feel. No I need it." His words sounded desperate and a part of me understood that type of desperation. Because I felt it too, the magnetic pull that seems to draw him to me. It's so much more than a sexual attraction. It is what sustains me.
I'm suddenly filled with restless energy, and the urge to care for Damien as he has done for me overwhelms me. He deserves that much. "Come on. Let's get you out of these clothes."
I flip the comforter off of us shimmering out from under him as I leap off the bed and bound to the bathroom. Staring at the gaint tub. A basket sits by the faucet, filled with petals of roses and assortments of bath time goodies. After choosing a combination of lavender oil, chamomile scented bath salts and floral scented bubble bath, sprinkling the scented rose petals, I begin to fill the tub with hot water. When I turn back around, Damien is standing in the doorway, stock-still, watching me intently.
I jump in surprise, clutching my chest. "Geez,you scared me!"
"Did I?" he smirks. He enjoys seeing me ruffled. He looks magnificently beautiful and composed.
I then stride close to him running my hands up his hard chest. "Here, let me."I whisper, so maybe I didn't get the "I love you" I wanted from him but considering today's event just proves one thing. Damien is just as affected as I am, and this marriage isn't just about the baby but also about us.
I grab the bottom hem of his long sleeve shirt and pull it up. He lifts his arms to aid my efforts. His chest is splendidly hard, defined cuts of muscle under smooth tan skin. I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his chest. He feels so warm under my lips. As I continue with a trail of kisses from his soft nipples. He gasps in surprise and I look up to meet his stunned eyes then give him a sly smile. I let my hands roam the taut mounds of his shoulders and down his arms. I intertwine my fingers with his and search his face for a sign of acceptance. Holding his hands in such a simple gesture that holds so much meaning. He lightly squeezes my fingers between his own in response.
Reluctantly, I pull my hands from his to turn the water off before it overflows. I return to Damien's side eagerly, reaching for the fly of his jeans. Once they're undone, they crumple to the ground, exposing his black fitted boxer briefs. I see the large swell in the front of them and caress it with the feather-light tips of my fingernails. I can feel it pulsing subtly with vigor and strength.
"His breathing is shallow and ragged. The gentle touches are arousing him, and then I push down his underwear, his cock springs to life. Damien takes the liberty of stepping out of his jeans and removing his socks while I admire his impressive length.
"Like what you see?" He smirks.
I smile and shake my head. "You are so crass, you know that?"
He then chuckles and runs his hand through his damp, tousled hair. "Guess you're rubbing off on me." He reaches for the hem of my dress and gently yanks it over my head. "My turn," he teases.
"His eyes dances with excitement at the sight of my modest white lace bra. I stand before him, clad in my angelic white panties and bra letting him absorb the sight.
He swallows hard. "You look so...pure. And good. So beautiful," he mutters caressing the soft lace of the bodice.
"I run my hands up and down his bare chest my hands trailing around the ink on his arm. His hardness rubs against me.
His hands cup the full roundness of my breasts. My nipples throb with delight.
I bite my bottom lip in anticipation, my eyes darkening with desire.
Damien's ice blue eyes meet mine. There's wonder and anxiety behind them. He blinks it away quickly, breaking eye contact and reaching around to undo the clasp of my bra. Once my breasts are free from their lacey imprisonment, he bends down to bathe them with his tongue. I moan gratefully. He flicks one nipple with the tip of his tongue before moving to the other to do the same. My nerve endings sing with sheer glee.
"If you're not careful, our water will get cold," I say breathlessly. He brings his head up reluctantly and then reaches down to cup my swollen pregnant stomach then goes down to relinquish me of my panties. I step out of them and grab his hand, leading him into the grand bathtub.
We sit facing each other, with the steam enrapturing us in white froth. So many unspoken words between us, yet neither of us can articulate what is on our minds.
"Is this real, or just a dream"I thought as I stare into those loving eyes of his.
"Damien takes a handful of warm water and lets it trickle down onto my shoulder giving me a sexy half-smile.
"I smile ruefully trying not to look like an idiot and embarrass myself yet again".
"Why the hell does he have to look too sexy and his eyes. They seem too alluring sometimes it feels like I could drown myself in them!
Damien proceeds to strokes my erect nipples with his thumbs. I sigh at the contact. He leans forward and kisses the base of my throat. "Do you want this,Something like this?," he murmurs into my neck.
"Yes, yes, yes. you can do whatever you want with me whenever." I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his lips and fingers sighing softly.
His lips travels to my jaw. He pulls me towards him, sloshing water onto the bathroom floor. I place my legs around his hips.
"I lean forward and let my lips taste his chest once again. His skin smells fresh and exotic. Like crystal clear waters.
"He pulls me closer into him, grasping my ass and scooting me to meet his hardness. I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I begin to nuzzle his neck. My lower half begins a slow grind.
He gently sucks my earlobe, gripping my behind and following my rhythm.
"God, everything felt perfect and feels too good.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling a too hard. He gasps as I tug his disheveled locks. He nibbles my neck, letting his teeth graze it. Then he gently bites down.
"Mmmm, Damien," I moan out. "Let me make you feel better."I murmur.
"You do, baby. Just touching you. Smelling you. Kissing you."He says.
He then lifts me gently and eases me onto his hard thickness. I gasp at the feeling of absolute, perfect fullness. "Feeling you," he breathes.
As he plunges into me, All my shattered pieces, charades laid bare creating a mosaic of pain, lust, passion, fear and love.
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