Chapter 9

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Warning: Sexual content. A.K.A. Lotss of smutty goodness my lovees! :3 You have all been warned! >:D

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Holly's POV:

I felt Damien wrap his arms around my waist, lifting my shirt up slightly. I could feel his warm fingers trace my bare skin, rubbing up and down my back. Lightly, I placed my lips on his neck. "Payback time." I murmured, before running my tongue up his neck, then back down. Settling on his collarbone, I began to suck roughly on one spot. He fingers tensed, suddenly, scraping my back. He threw his head, granting me better access to his neck. My fingers stayed tangled in his shirt, tugging him down to me. Soft groans escaped his lips, exciting me. The salty taste of his skin invaded my mouth, cause me to stir between my thighs. I felt Damien lift a hand, tangling it into my long hair. I felt his had travel down my back, giving my ass a rough squeeze. I moan against his neck, pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure. I eyed the fresh red mark on his neck, satisfied with my work. Then, I ran my hand down his chest, while his hand continued to squeeze me through my shorts. Damien moved swiftly, removing both out shirts, his jeans, and my shorts. I reached behind my back, uncoupling my bra and throwing it to the floor. His eyes bore into mine, causing my mind to go numb. "What are we doing?" He asked, before quickly pulling me close and smashing his lips to mine. I kissed him roughly, before pulling away and panting out, "I don't.... know." Once again I felt his had race up my sides, stopping on my breast on palming them gently. I moaned, eyeing his chest. Artwork covered his arms, and slightly dotted his chest. The inked marks that caught my eye was the swirling blue trails that scampered up the left side of his neck, running up the back and ending at the hairline in the back with a curled tip. his hair was messy, coated in fresh sweat and dirt. The scent of him drove me crazy, like sweaty, rich cologne dipped in a sexy musk. I felt his fingers grip the waistband of my underwear, as I sat there and noticed I was now straggling him. Damien pulled my panties off me, throwing then to the floor. Then, he reach down and pulled of his own boxers, revealing his length.

I blushed, realizing that his size is a lot bigger than average. He noticed my nervousness, reaching his head up to kiss me sweetly. "I'll be gentle. You virgin?" I nodded slightly. He chuckled, and rolled us over. Now he was on top. I grabbed a stray pillow, squeezing it to my chest and shut my eyes. Damien kissed me one more time, before positioning himself between my thighs.

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Later that night, Damien and I were still tangled. He was lost in a deep sleep, while my thoughts had gotten the best of me. I slipped from his grasp, pulling on a pair of ghetto sweats and a camisole. I left the room, plodding to the kitchen island. Rummaging through the pantry, I found a box of Cheerios. I took them into the living space, only to find Benson sprawled on the couch. He was awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Are you still awake?" I asked. He shrugged, "Someone has to make sure the Arethians don't ambush us." He stated, rather monotone. I gave a slight 'Oh' before taking a seat in the old recliner next to the couch. I curled my knees to my chest, and munched on my cereal. I quickly became lost in my thoughts. The last month swirled through my mind, especially Damien. We took it quick, and I don't even know his last name. Yet I let him take my virginity that I had held onto so tightly. His mark on my collar was displayed to the world, but I didn't bother to hide it. I heard a small chuckle, snapping my head towards Benson. He had rolled over to his stomach, his eyes locked on me. A wide grin spread across his face, so I cocked a confused brow. "You keep dropping Cheerios on the floor. Are you even getting any to eat?" He laughed. I glance at the floor, seeing proof that the carpet was scattered with small rings of grain. I sighed, throwing the box across the room. It hit the wall, cereal flying everywhere. I crossed my arms, huffing like a spoiled child. Besom laughed again, standing to his feet. I watched at he calmly walked to the large window facing the streets. Darkness had now enveloped the city, covering the once bustling metropolis in a thick, black sheet. I followed, taking the spot next to him. Benson's eyes locked on me, though I pretended not to notice. "You know, I can see why Damien has taken such a liking to you." I froze, then spun around, "How didi you know about....?" I was shocked, he just chuckled softly. "It's obvious by the way he looks at you. Both Melody and I have figured it out, and based of her reaction when asked, we assumed Delilah knew too." I bite my lip, "So, everyone knows?" Benson nodded, "An you flaunting that hickey doesn't help keep the secret." He laughed. I reached up, nervously tracing my fingers over the mark. Then, I brought my gaze back to the window, "I don't understand what he's doing to me..." I murmured, my cheeks flushing. Bensons toned changed to a very serious ring, "Well, what is your Zodiac?" I cocked a brow, and glanced at him, "Taurus, May 20th." I said, confused. Benson paused in thought, "Well, Damien is a Leo. So your compatibility is a very fiery one. It's quite electrifying. The kind of relationship that causes sparks at a single glance." He paused again, "That would explain a lot of the.... chemical reactions." I pursed me lips, "I never thought those things were true." I said. Benson chuckled, turning his gaze to the window, "You'd be scared by just how true they are, accurate too." He smiled.