Heart of Pains

Chapter Thirty

Damien's POV

I am with my wife on our date night, at a crappy restaurant with the song Despacito rocking in the background. I'm dressed in tight jeans that hug my ass because I discovered Hannah really likes those paired with a tight black sweater.

Hannah is dressed in dark skinny jeans, an ivory sweater with a v-neck low enough to show cleavage, and knee-high boots. Her curls are loose and wild around her shoulders, and her face is bare of makeup, making her look stunningly natural.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" I asked.

She pursed her lips, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. You seemed awfully busy staring at different things in the restaurant while probably thinking I was expecting something more expensive and classy. I'm sorry to disappoint you with this place, but just wait until you taste their food. It's so good," she replied playfully.

I chuckled at Hannah's comment and nudged her playfully. She smiled back at me while I gave her a dazzling smile.

"Oh, in that case, I'll just go ahead and say it, honey. You're looking very stunning today. But don't worry; all I'm doing is checking to see if there are any male specimens that I need to scare off," I said with a smirk, making her snort in amusement.

Despite the restaurant's appearance, the food turns out to be surprisingly delicious. After our meal, my wife suggests we watch karaoke, which she says used to take place here every Saturday.

"So, do you come here often?" I asked, noticing her familiarity with the place.

"Yeah. Something like that," she answers, avoiding eye contact.

"Hmm... was it with a date?" I asked.

"If you mean with my dad, then yeah sure, it was a date," she responded with a hint of humor.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to get to know," I answered.

She waved me off with a dismissive hand.

"It's okay, I get it. Now come on, let's go somewhere quiet," she replied, calling the waiter for the bill. I was about to pay when she put her hand over mine and I looked at her only to see her smiling. "Don't worry, it's my treat tonight. Maybe you can take me on a date next time."

After we finished paying, she dragged me outside.

I didn't mind and decided to go along with the flow. She drove us to an empty park just outside of town. It was chilly, but the warmth of the car was comforting.

After 30 minutes of silence, I spoke up.

"What's your favorite color?"

I started with a basic question before venturing into deeper territory.

"I like black because it's unique in its own way, but before I liked purple. My dad used to call me 'purple hibiscus' or 'my purple Capricorn'. But every time I saw the color purple after his death, it reminded me of him, and it was very disturbing to my brain. So, I just go with black," she explained before looking at me curiously. "What about you? What's your favorite color?"

"I like blue," I answered, and that's how we spent our evening—eating junk food, and talking about our lives. Despite our intimate conversations, I still didn't ask her about her companies; I felt it wasn't the right time yet.

As we drove back home, she reassured me, "Don't worry, our kids are with my parents. They're in safe hands."

Finally, we found ourselves in the sitting room, waiting for who would say the first word.

"I..." we both began at the same time.

"Okay, I'll go first. Thank you so much for the date. I enjoyed myself," I said with a smile.

"You're welcome. All I've got to say is, I want you to throw all caution to the wind and make love to me tonight because I'm not going to stop you," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I smirked, leaning close to her ear.

"Then I won't stop until I have you screaming my name, Hannah."

Hannah's POV

I was amazed by the determination in his voice – it was a complete turn-on. Eager to explore his wild side, he fished out a foil condom from his wallet.

I smirked.

"It seems like you're not going hold back this time. Meet me in the bedroom, handsome."

Without hesitation, I climbed the stairs, undressing as I went. He followed me.

"I'm not going to hold back, I'm going to give you everything, and I mean it."

Pressing his body against mine, he let me feel his bulge, and I quickly unsnapped the button on his pants.

"Spoken like a true king," I whispered as he lowered the lace to cup my breasts and softly kissed my sensitive peaks.

"Be careful before you indulge too much in this beautiful body," he teased.

"Nothing is going to break me," I replied, locking his gaze with mine.

"Okay. I'm not rushing this, I want to make it last," he said.

Settling back into the pillow, crossing my hands behind my head, I raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Well, I guess I don't need to do anything else when you put it that way," I said, eyeing his pants. "Can you at least take those off? I mean, I already ripped the button, so...."

He grinned and tugged down the waist of his slacks.

"I'm second-guessing this, maybe I should sit back and let you ravage and worship my body thoroughly," he suggested.

I chuckled and brought one of my hands down to his cheek as if to stroke it tenderly, but instead, I slid my hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him toward me so that our faces were inches apart.

"It would be my pleasure, and I'm certain I could make you come just from getting you off," I said, teasingly brushing my lips against his.

"A theory I'd like to test, but not right now," he replied, desire evident in his eyes. He made his way down my body, pulling down the straps of my bra to free my breasts. Taking his time, he lavished each nipple with wet strokes of his tongue.

Moving down to my stomach, his thumbs slid down my panties, slowly revealing new skin that he showered with tender kisses. My body burned with need as I shifted beneath him.

Finally, he slid my panties all the way off and dropped them to the floor. With desire filling the room, Damien leaned back.