𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

Night Owls.

(Final Edit)

𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚.

"I still cannot believe Ivan Petrova's daughter is going to be staying here with us," Damen grumbled. "I'm gonna have to lock our door tonight and sleep with a gun under my pillow. There's no way in hell I'm letting my guard down, not around her. For all we know that little sob story of hers could just be an attempt to gain our sympathy. She certainly succeeded with you."

I rinsed out my mouth and replaced my toothbrush in its case before leaving the bathroom. "Damen I know you think Jasmine is playing us but believe me, she's not. She doesn't know about Ivan's involvement in the Mafia or anything in relation. Sce arrived in New York in 2017 with her boyfriend to attend college. That's the only reason she's here."

"How do you know that? Better yet, how do you know her?" Damen asked as he made room for me on the bed.
"We met at a mall once," I say as I switch off my bedside lamp. "When she told me who she was I was just as suspicious as you are now. But as I spent more time with her I realized she wasn't anything like Ivan. She's kind, generous, thoughtful and empathetic. Just give her a chance. Maybe you'll like her."

Damen shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "You know the history between the two families Sabrina. There's no way in hell I'm gonna make the same mistake now as I did then. I'm gonna keep a close eye on that puttana."

Sighing I leaned forward and traced the skull tattoo on his bicep. "Did you do anything interesting while I was gone?"
"I smoked with the guys and had a few drinks," he yawned.
"Did you think of me at all?"
"I think of you all the time baby."

Smiling I pushed back the covers and straddled his waist. "You know...we haven't had much time to each other this past week, just a kiss here and there."
"I know. I missed touching you," he murmured as he placed his hands on my hips and buried his face in my cleavage.
"Don't tell me baby, fucking show me."

One minute I was on top of him, the next I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me. Breathing heavily I grabbed the bottom of my cami top and pulled it over my head. The next thing to go was my shorts. Leaning down Damen captured my lips with his and started kissing me, deeply and passionately.

Detaching his lips he laid flat on his stomach and pulled off my panties. Spreading my lips apart he got to work on pleasuring my pussy. Moaning softly I closed my eyes and let my head fall back onto the pillows as Damen's tongue expertly moved in circles around my clit.

It always felt so amazing when Damen and I indulged in oral sex. At the start of our marriage I had no idea what to do to please him or how. I was a virgin after all, completely untouched. Our wedding night wasn't like most married couples'. As per my recollection there was a lot of arguing and yelling which ended with me sleeping in a guest room.

In the beginning our relationship was rockier than Rocky Mountain.

When Damen removed his face from in between my legs he kissed me one more time then hurriedly removed his boxers. Feeling underneath the pillow he pulled out a condom and rolled it onto his erection.

"Try not to scream too loudly baby, the whole house is asleep, we wouldn't want to wake them would we?" he asked as he teasingly trailed his fingers from my chest, down my stomach and to my opening, already soaking wet and ready for him.
"Please Damen, give it to me. I..I want you so bad," I whimpered.

With nothing more to be said he positioned himself and entered me with a deep thrust, filling me up with his length. With a throaty gasp I arched my back as he pushed himself deeper in. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he began pulling his length out and pushing it back in, going faster, deeper and harder with each passing second. I was basking in europhic pleasure as his thrusts started to get more and more aggressive.