บท 38: Chapter 35: The Melodic Symphony Of Love Making
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Leslie's P.O.V.
My head gives a resounding sound.
Lifting my eyelids I wake up with a heavy feeling of In my head. I look around slowly trying to figure out where I am. I then realized that I'm currently back home, back at the mansion. Staring at the glass like wall to see it's already night time. I then vaguely wonder how long I've been out.
Trying to sit up I spot Damien asleep in a couch beside the bed. Seeing him made me feel guilty for all the nasty things I did to him. It was wrong of me to have deprived him the chance to clear things up, instead of waiting I ran away. I made a huge mess of the situation, like I always do." I thought as tears begins to slip from my eyelids slowly, weeping a bit loudly now as I could not hold back my emotion any longer.
Damien wakes up looking around alarmed and then rushes to me taking me into his arms. just then the door slams open and a nurse rushed in, looking a bit panicked.
"Ms. Romano? We need you to calm yourself down, right now! Your baby's heart rate has risen drastically, and we need you to help him calm down. Please, dear to avoid any emergency procedures." The nurse shouts at me, gaining my attention immediately.
I then take a deep breath in, trying desperately to stop myself from crying as tears keeps escaping from my eyes. After a tense few minutes with Damien hushing and rocking me I was able to calm down. The nurse took my blood pressure then left.
I stare at Damien in full devastation giving him an apologetic look. I truly regret not letting him explain himself, I should have known better to see through Vivian's plot myself. But a part of me knows that not even in my wildest dream would I have guessed that Damien had a twin brother!
"How are you feeling?" He asks me gently.
"Like shit." I reply hoarsely.
He nods, grabbing my hands firmly in his.
"I'm sorry for not telling you about Dorian sooner. I should have told you about Izzy too, it's my fault" he mumbles softly, "Maybe it would have saved us both so much pain if I had just told you everything sooner"He says staring at me with those pure blue eyes. Looking at those beautiful pair of eyes made everything fade to nothing With my eyes now locked on his, I could feel the love from just being under his gaze. Now that he has an identical twins will it be hard to know if he's My Damien?"I thought
"It won't be because Dorian doesn't have what he has given to me." I thought smilling at him as I sigh out in relief.
"Dorian will be having an interview soon to straighten things up with the press. To stop this rumor of an affair, with this maybe they'll stop bugging us and concentrate more on him. I'm so glad you know the truth now, luv. I've missed you so much." He replies crying, and making my heart break.
He leans over and pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly and sobs into my shoulder.
"I searched everywhere for you when you left. I went crazy Leslie because I just couldn't find you and I felt I had lost you for good. And your friend Morgan was a damn pain in the ass, she refused to say a word. Even your parents even after I explained to them the truth. I didn't know what to do next until you contacted me. I'm so glad you're home, baby, so very glad." He murmurs with his lips leaving a trail of kisses against my neck.
I'm still holding him close as the door opens and Morgan comes in looking chirpy, seeing me awake she squeaks loudly, startling Damien making me giggle stupidly.
"You're awake! Oh thank God. Finally!
"Welcome to the land of the living Les!"She says laughing.
"Aww, Damien seems to look cute Being a crybaby."She giggles as she bounces on the bed with me .
"Since we all are exchanging apologies here let me apologise also I'm so sorry, for not being there when that bitch Vivian poked you. Don't worry have prepared a little something for her. And am also sorry for loading you with too much surprises that you couldn't handle considering the fact that you fainted." She murmurs.
"I should have told you Damien was coming but I just wanted you to hear it yourself. Are you okay now? What about the baby?" She rambles out, fuzzing and checking for any injuries.
"It's fine, Morgan. I'm so glad you did what you did. And my baby is fine still kicking." I assure her as I pat my stomach in response the baby kicked.
"Okay that's good then, am off to my date with the devil and you Damien take good care of my baby." She muster as she leaves the room.
Damien then gets up, and dries his eyes against his sleeve .He stares deeply at me, this time it doesn't bug me anymore or make me uncomfortable instead all I felt was love.
"Can you forgive me?" He asks me, leaving me confused.
"Forgive what? You didn't do anything. It's me that should be sorry. I left before you could even explain. I was impatient and acted on how hurt I felt ,I was just so hurt and heart-broken after seeing those pictures. I never even stopped to think of a logical explanation to explain them. I'm so sorry for not trusting you, Damien." I reply crying softly.
"There's nothing to forgive. Those pictures were pretty convincing. Just say you'll take me back. I love you so much Leslie, please?" He asks me sounding broken.
"Damien? Even if am too much of a hot mess?." I ask
" Then you'll be my hot mess. I can't do without you, have come to realize that. Are you willing to have me?"He ask crashing his lips into mine.
I then reply by kissing him.
He responds hungrily, and pulls me towards him.
We were both put to stop to what we're doing when someone clears their throat loudly behind us. I looked up and my old doctor walked in.
Dr. Pepper.
She enters into the room.
"Ms. Leslie, what a pleasure it is to have you back home," The doctor replies, making me laugh loudly.
"I've looked over your chart and it seems like you're good to go. You need to make up a follow up appointment tomorrow with your baby but everything looks okay. You just need to rest and when I say rest that means in bed, or sitting down. Not walking and tiring yourself, okay?" She says sternly.
"Sure Doc, whatever you say." I grudgingly agree.
She eyes me, as if to check if I'm lying or not, but my baby's health is more important than anything.
I smile sweetly at her and she gives me a purely skeptical look before leaving the room.
"How did you get her to do a house call?"I ask smiling widely at her.
"I told you the hospital is one of BOYCE CORP subsidiaries. So well I called her and she came it's not like she really had a choice"He says smirking.
"Damien leans over, capturing my lips again.
"You never answered my question?" He asks me.
"Yes, if you want to have me, I'm more than willing to oblige, Damien"I murmur.
Oh, holy fuck."I gasp out in pleasure. As he nips my neck with his teeth, kissing and sucking sending a shrill of pleasure from my neck straight to my clit as he kisses and bites into my skin. The pull of his mouth as he sucks me sends wave after wave of orgasm through my body, and I'm just a quivering mass of euphoria. I could feel my panties get drenched my nipples pulling so tightly, they hurt.
"The doc gave orders to rest silly"I manage to breathe out.
"Thats exactly what we're doing, resting"Damien giving me his boyish, dazzling half-grin. He is simply so breathtaking, it literally makes my heart sputter. His smile makes me smile, and I do so widely. I lean forward a bit and gently touch my lips to his. Just a simple gesture to show him that he is not alone, and that my love for him is tender and sincere and lustful like his. I will give him me and nothing more.
I let my hand move from his jawline to his disheveled black hair, grabbing soft handfuls of his hair. My other hand stealthily yet shakily reaches for the hem of his shirt. As I slide it upwards, revealing defined cuts of muscle under smooth, olive skin and I gasp at the feel of it. His body truly never ceases to amaze me.
"I want it off," I murmur, pulling away from him only to relinquish him of his shirt. I marvel at the sheer splendor before me, struggling to pull my eyes away. God, he's marvelous. I could literally look at his body all day.
Hastily, I rejoin our lips, swinging my leg over his lap to carefully straddle him. My tongue exploring the sweet softness of his mouth as my hands grip his silky locks with fervor. I could never get enough of kissing him. The taste of his tongue is downright orgasmic. I moan against his lips, enthusiastically feeding my hunger for him.
His hands are on my ass, squeezing, kneading, pulling me into the growing stiffness of his middle. Luckily my dress had been swapped with one of his dress shirt , granting him easy access to my already tingling erogenous zones. But this is my show; I want to show him how much he is desired and loved. Tonight is not about him giving me yet another earth-shattering, hair-pulling, lip-biting orgasm. Tonight is about pleasing him.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips away from his only to leave a trail of soft kisses from his lips to his neck. I inhale his mouthwatering scent, all the while grazing the tiny stubble of his chin and throat with my tongue. I kiss a path to his marble-like chest, so smooth and hard to the touch. My lips find his right nipple, where I tease and suck and kiss tenderly. I hear him groan at the sensation, and his compulsory reaction encourages me to continue, moving to his left where I repeat the routine. His sighs develop into low hisses, and I know he is affected. He is aroused, and hearing him so exposed, so vulnerable, causes the flame between my thighs to erupt into a raging combustion.
"Shit, Leslie," He moans, motivating me to repeat my slow, torturous attack.
My hands find the fly of his jeans, and I eagerly unfasten the top button and unzip them, unveiling the strained bulge constricted in denim. It feels so strong and vital, I just want it to live inside me. My hungry mouth leaves his skin so I can focus on the task of unleashing the pulsing, raging monster begging to be freed. I maneuver his jeans down to his ankles, where he aides me in my efforts by hurriedly kicking them off.
I take in the magnificent man before me clad only in dark boxer briefs. As much as I want to just capture this moment and commit it to memory, I want him. And a simple eye-fuck will just not do.
I tug at the waist of his underwear, eager to discover just how deep his desire goes. As always, he doesn't disappoint. He gives me a front row viewing of his rock-hard cock causing my eyes to grow wide with delight. Impulsively, I carefully lower my mouth to it, kissing the tip gently. I can hear a surprised breath catch in his throat. He wants this, and so do I. And I give it to him, hungrily devouring his beautiful hardness with vigor with my mouth.
Deep, baritone moans harmonize with the music, creating a melodic symphony of love making Despite his pleas to slow my pace and be careful. I continue my oral assault, relishing in the involuntary trembles of his legs. I challenge myself to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth, wanting to taste every inch of him. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Pleasing him is all the motivation I need.
Damien's light trembles transform into jerking quivers and I knew he was so close. Yet I don't let up; I continue sucking and taking him all in enticing him with this delectable torture until I feel his intense shudders cease when he releases his sweet cum. I consume every bit of him before looking up at his sated expression through hooded eyes. He is completely bewildered at my boldness and I mentally pat myself on the back for being able to thoroughly blow his mind even when pregnant.
With my eyes still fixed on his staggered, beautiful face, I pull my dress-shirt up over my head, exposing my full, hard perky mounds and satin panties. He bites his lip, eager to put his mouth on me but reigning in his usual plan of attack. He wants me to take the lead, and that's exactly what I plan to do.
This is a declaration of love, lust, longing and passion as
I make a show of slipping my panties off, my eyes never leaving his as I bite my bottom lip in seductive verve.I make my way to him so our faces are just centimeters apart and I am hovering over his still-hardened rod. I tease him, taking both his hands and placing them on my baby bump then lowering myself so that his impressive length just barely grazes my flesh then pulling away. It's torturous for me too, but I love seeing him so eager and ready to feel me.
Finally I give in, easing myself down onto him with a throaty moan. How can he feel this good? How can it still surprise me? This type of pleasure shouldn't even be legal.
He fills every deep cavernous space with authority as I rock back and forth onto him. We become one, an all-consuming tangle of moans, kisses and sighs. I keep with the rhythm of the music, careful not to go too far into shaky ground, though I want to so, so bad. I've wanted this, dreamt of this for too long. I want to release this flood of passion onto him but I know it will completely unravel me, surrendering the control that I now possess in this moment. I want to prove that I crave only him, I love only him. I want him to feel it emanating from me. I not only want him to live within my soft, warm dwellings, I want him to own it entirely, just as he owns my heart.
I lean forward, bringing our faces together again, aligning our eyes so that he can clearly see the immense desire burning within them.
"Don't hold back"I whisper to him.
I grind my flesh onto him even further, causing him to groan through clenched teeth. "I'll be ok."I whisper.
As he slams into me with his eyes orbbing and stuck with mine. I channel every ounce of passion, strength and love within my heart and soul, and yield it to him. All of it, and i give him all of me. I let him feel, smell, hear, see, and taste all the ways I love him. And with a sharp huff of air, he receives me, bringing him to his momentous brink, and taking me along with him down his journey into euphoria.
As I collapse fully abated, Snuggling into his arms, I need at least a few hours sleep if I'm going to be able to keep up with him when the sun sets. And I plan to.
I fall asleep easily, my eyes so tired, they could barely stay open as soon as my head hits the pillow. As sun set, my eyes still feels so sleepy, there's something so strange about sleeping during the day. No matter how long or short you rest, you still wake feeling groggy, fuzzy, and vaguely ill. It's the same for me now. Surprisingly we slept in for the day, eating in bed . I know I slept the day away, but I feel like I just closed my eyes. The dark sky out my window tells me a different story. And the dipping of the bed as the man I've been dreaming of crawls up the mattress and begins licking away between my legs solidifies that night has fallen. Pleasure races through me as his tongue finds my clit while he fills me with his fingers.
"Jesus," I Squeal crying out, arching my back and digging my hands into his hair.
He pauses and rolls his eyes up to meet mine. ". My name is Damien."
I laugh out but quickly choke on the sound when he nips my sensitive flesh and buds adding a three finger into my core"Damien oh my God."I moan out.
"There it is. That's much better." His murmured words against my pussy vibrates in a delicious way.
"We missed the doctor appointment?"I murmur out.
"This is your appointment darling"!He says smirking.
I'm already close, but I don't want to orgasm yet. I want his cock inside me when that happens. I've been waiting for weeks for him to sink into me, for him to hold me for him to pleasure me. The lust and hunger keeps coming in like an insatiable wave Should hormones be blamed for this?
Maybe!
"Don't make me come. Not yet," I beg.
He stills. "You don't want to come?"
"Not until you're fucking me so hard, I see stars."I whisper.
His eyes go hard as a flash of something fills them but leaves immediately, replaced with that playful glint I've come to love. "Then, by all means, let's get to business."He murmurs, we've been in bed and haven't stepped out for a day lazing around, making love. Without no worry of the outside world.
As he plunges into me, I moan out of pleasure my toes curling at the intense pleasure of him inside of me. As he slams into me our grunts, moans and groans of pleasure surges and fills the room and his answering grunt of pleasure as we climaxed rolls through me. "Fuck, Leslie. I love you. Didn't think it was possible but I do love you."He says..
Thrusting over and over, he brings me to the brink, and I fall more times than I can count as his hand heats my ass and his cock owns me. Then, the motion of his hips becomes erratic as his hands grip my waist in a powerful rhythm.
His palms sliding across my stomach and up until he's got each of my breasts in his hands. Thrusting forcefully, he takes my earlobe between his teeth and murmurs, "I'm fucking coming, and it's only for you. Oh God, Leslie"He grunts out in a throaty sound.
He shudders behind me and fills me, his long groan in my ear sending me spiraling into my own release along with him.
His kisses trail down my neck and shoulder, hands still holding me to him as he lays us across the bed.
"Leslie?" His voice is soft in the darkness.
"Mm-hmm?"I murmur the haze of satisfaction and pleasure making me drowsy.
"Thank you."He says, giving me a soft kiss on my head
"For what?"I ask,
"Letting me love you."He says, spooning me in more tightly, with his arms cacooned around my baby bump
My heart races and warmth filled me, that same euphoria feeling flows through me sending a thril of pleasure .
"I Love you too"I say, smiling.
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