11 CHAPTER 11

It was such an adventure to watch the two women of his life--one who he watched grow from baby to the present and the other he's wishing to continue having any kind of relationship with--hanging out like they've known each other for a long time rather than meeting each other the night before. He saw how Lie bonded with Nat and vice versa. The older woman listened to the younger one while the younger one educated the older. Wasn't it a wonder to see an older woman, a professor at that, listen to a twelve-year old girl tell her which colors would match her skin tone, what kind of dresses and shoes she should wear to bring out her most dominant features, and such.

After putting their first batch of shopping bags and boxes in the car, he was pulled into the storm called Natasha, and was thrown front and center to watch in complete awe as Lie was dressed in different shirts, skirts, shorts, and even shoes. How can anyone look so different with whatever thing she wore? Before all this, he dreaded shopping unless he needed new pants and shirts, but now, he enjoyed every second of it. Even when he didn't buy anything for himself.

He was so used to seeing Lie in shorts and shirts, and her pencil-cut skirt and blouses when she's in school that it was a shock to see her in a dress that made her look like a damn princess. No, not a princess, he corrected himself when she came out wearing a white off-shoulder dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs and showed a bit of her chest and her shoulders. There were pearls that margined the hem of the dress and the edge of the fabric that touched her chest and shoulders.

She's a damn goddess and he was a fool for limiting her to wear such clothes because of the marks he gave her that were now hidden by some sort of make-up.

"Go and make her wear these," Nat pushed a pair of strappy sandals to him. They were white with thick and high soles.

"These?" he couldn't think well. He couldn't even remove his eyes from Lie.

"Just go!" Nat pushed Damien towards Lie with a laugh.

He didn't even try to argue. He walked towards Lie who seemed to be enjoying the moment. Her cheeks were a little bit pinkish and her hair was a mess from the constant attention it got from her fingers. He smiled down at her and pushed the hair away from her face. "God… you're gorgeous…" he whispered and gently pushed her down to sit on the leather chair behind her. He looked behind him and was satisfied to see Nat busy with choosing more shoes for Lie. He knelt in front of the professor and pulled her hand to kiss her knuckles. "May I see if the shoe fits, goddess?"

The saleslady made a sound which he ignored. He just continued to stare up at Lie who was now red from chest up. He could only chuckle when she nodded with her other hand covering her mouth. Wasn't it awesome that he could make her speechless with such little things he did and say? Why would someone like her feel like she's not beautiful when she can see the beauty in the mirror every single day? How could anyone not feel compelled to worship her when she's this adorable and cute?

He slid the left sandal to her bare foot first and strapped it around her leg, smiling at how the straps clung to her smooth and caramel-like skin. Then, moved to give her the second one. When that was all done, he helped her up and turned her to face the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He stood behind her, revelling at the beauty in front of him.

She was now a few inches taller than she originally was, which, for some reason, made her somehow more attractive too.

"You're gorgeous…" he whispered and kissed her cheek.

She giggled and looked into his eyes in the mirror. "Your sister is a wizard with fashion. She's threatening to bring me to the nearest salon to have my hair fixed."

He raised a brow and touched her hair gently. "There's nothing wrong with your hair," he mumbled and pressed his nose there. "You smell so good."

"I'm sorry," the saleslady giggled, "I just have to ask, are you guys married coz wow, I want what you have."

Damien was taken aback at the question. Both of them weren't even able to answer until Nat came into the picture.

"Are you two love birds done flirting?" she looked at the saleslady and grinned. "We'll get those and she's wearing them out."

The saleslady blinked at the kid before nodding. "I'll have to remove the tags then."

Nat smiled at Damien and Lie. "Come on, you two. It's not her fault for jumping to conclusions. You two are sweet enough to rot the teeth of people who are in a ten-mile radius." Just like that, she turned around and left them to pay for the things she chose.

"Do you think…" he started when he and Lie walked out of the boutique, carrying more bags of clothes and shoes.

"She knows," Lie finished. "She knows and she accidentally tattled to my grandfather."

He stopped walking and grabbed her arm to make her face him. "For real?" His heart stammered in his chest as his blood flowed faster than it should.

"Yes, for real. She even used the term 'fuck buddies' like it was the most normal thing there is. I don't even know where to be stressed: the part where she understands that we are indeed sex friends or the part that she's totally okay with it and I'm falling in love with her coz she's awesome." She looked up at him and grinned. "I don't even know what to say about her intelligence. She's like a female version of you and it's amazing."

He blinked at the wave of negative emotions that slammed into his chest. He didn't know what they were but he didn't like them. He pulled her by the waist and pressed his lips against hers. "Well, if that's the case, then there's no point hiding it from her, right?"

She initially gasped and stared before she giggled and pulled away from him. "Silly, she's still twelve and we cannot just flaunt our affection to each other in front of her especially when she knows that we're not in THAT kind of relationship."

He just rolled his eyes and followed the two women to their next adventure.

"I'm beat…" Lie mumbled as she dropped the bags and boxes on the floor before dropping herself on the bed. "Your sister has a huge storage of energy. I miss being a kid." Panting and sweaty, she lay spread eagle on the vast bed--shoes and all.

He put the bags and boxes he was carrying on the floor, intending to put them away sooner or later. Then, he walked to the edge of the bed to take off her new sandals and massage her feet. "You enjoy hanging out with her," he observed, applying pressure on her soles and making her moan out. It satisfied him so much that he bent over her and planted a kiss on her neck.

"Your sister is amazing…" she replied, already tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her skin.

When his hands slid up her legs and thighs, everything fell away. In his eyes, in his world, there was only her. She was the focus of everything. She was it. She was the one he wanted to see every day. She was the one he wanted to hold at the start of every morning and end of every night. He wasn't in love with her. Not yet. His world might be crumbling but as long as she was there, he will be alright.

He pulled back and removed his shirt. He was torn between having his way on her while she's still in her beautiful dress and removing it off of her body, but her eyes answered the question for him. He slid his hand under her dress and pulled her panties down slowly. His eyes never left hers even when that soft fabric was finally off of her. He parted her legs and knelt between them and gently massaged her thighs.

His lips found hers while he was removing his pants, his chest crushing her breasts as he did so.

What mystery it was to feel her arms rise and wrap around his neck that way while her tongue played with his. She was soft and smooth, and her skin still carried the scent of whatever oil the women at the spa had applied to her. It added to the deliciousness of her body.

Her breath started to quicken once more and it only lit up the flame inside him. She slid her toes slowly up his leg and perched her leg over his hip.

His eyes stayed on hers as he pushed the hem of her dress to her waist, his rough hands lighting up flames on that smooth skin, before grabbing her hips, and entered that hot and moist cavern in one go, sending them both into a torrent of pleasure and need.

Her nails dug into his back and her back arched up, her hips moving to meet him thrust for thrust, harder, faster, and deeper with each slam of their bodies. Her voice was barely controlled and her teeth anchored her to his body. She marked his neck, his shoulders, and his upper arms.

The storm between them raged and created sparks that released lightnings that sizzled and heated their combined skins.

He supported his weight with his elbows, her small form clinging to his powerful shoulders for dear life. He pulled out and watched her eyes widen at the sudden loss of his warmth pumping inside of her. A fiendish grin spread across his features as he crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his lap, making her straddle him as he slowly enters her garden with ease as their combined juices played as lubricant. His eyes lit up with a hunger that was insatiable; quenchable only by the climax of his beautiful partner.

She put her small and soft hands on his hard and hairy chest, moaning as they both danced into the music of their rapid heartbeats. The front hem of her dress was captured between her pearly whites, giving him a full show of how her body swallowed his cock. Her flesh wrapped around him like a vice and she was so incredibly tight it felt like he was going to lose that part of his body. He grabbed her hips and bit his lower lip hard as he thrust up hard and fast, slapping his wet skin against hers and creating loud, slapping sounds. He threw his head back even as she tightened around him even more. Jesus Christ. She was a drug, the most potent one in his universe.

Her nails dug into his chest and damn if it didn't pour gas into his fire. Her eyes were closed, her hair was an explosion of curls and waves that cascaded down her back and chest, and her body glistened from the effort of moving on top of him. The muscles of her thighs clenched and relaxed with every thrust she made. With each rise of her hips, his fell. And with each descent of her hips, he slammed up, making her bounce hard enough on top of him. Everything about her jiggled but it only flared his fire into an inferno of needs.

The bed protested violently under them, but it went unnoticed by both the lovers. The sounds of it mingled with the sounds of the two on top. They were topped by the slap of skin to skin.

"Fuck!" he gasped out and looked down at their joined bodies, growing harder at how wet she had become.

When she opened her eyes, he saw the universe in there despite their opacity. "Damien!" she gasped out, her mouth agape from pleasure, letting the fabric of her dress fall. "Coming… oh gods…" she captured his lips, her hands on his cheeks, her teeth tugging on his lower lip before she released it. "f—Ah!" she threw her head back and slammed herself down as she was taken by wave after wave of spasms, her muscles quivering and massaging the cock that was still buried inside her.

He watched her and let her have her moment. He licked his lips at her lack of control. When the spasms ebbed and when she opened her eyes once again to look down at him, he grabbed the top of her dress and dragged it down to her waist, revealing her breasts that were still marked by his teeth. He bent upwards and captured her left breast, taking it whole into his hungry mouth, and sucking hard. Heaven. He had found Heaven in the body of this woman. He pushed her down until she was on her back once again.

Hearing her voice laced with pleasure was an addiction. He looked up at her face and enjoyed the sight of her trying to catch her breath. He didn't give her a chance. His hips thrust hard and deep into her, making sure that his whole cock would go inside her.

Her body was a buffet that he was more than welcome to feed on, and he did just that. He fed on her like a starved man, but this time, he was careful not to mark her on places that would be seen if she wore dresses. His hands were gentle too, not wanting to leave bruises to her skin.

He thrust harder and faster as the heat inside him grew. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand and looked down at her as he thrust harder. Damn it. This woman is driving him crazy. "Open your eyes," his voice was raspy and deep as he demanded. "Look at me."

She obeyed and her lips curved up. "Kiss me…" she wet her lips with her tongue seductively. "Pour yourself inside me."

Their lips clashed and bonded, tongues met and snaked around each other. The pleasure rose steadily to the peak and when they reached it, they both fell into the abyss.

It was her rapid and short breaths against his neck that alerted Damien about Lie. He pulled back from the puzzle of bodies and limbs that were glued by their sweat, and looked down at her. "Are you alright?" he asked, voice gentle now as he cupped her face.

She smiled and nodded. Her orbs were droopy from exhaustion. "Come and cuddle me. We still need to talk about your sister.

He got off of her and pulled her to his side gently. His lips were pressed against her forehead. "What do we have to talk about?"

"How are we going to raise your sister?" her eyes were closed but her fingers played with the curly and tiny hair of his chest.

"I can raise her on my own, you don't have to worry about that," he pointed out while gently playing with her hair.

She turned her head up and pouted at him. "I want to help raise her. She's awesome and I wanna help."

How can someone care about a person they had just met? Was she always like this? He didn't know the answers but he smiled and held her closer to him. "Why aren't you scooped by some bachelor? You're a great woman."

She moved her shoulders and buried her face against his neck instead of answering, leaving him curious for the rest of the night.