Passion Awakens, 57

Damián was sleeping while Adam remained awake, watching him. After a moment, Adam silently got out of bed, being careful not to wake Damián. He entered the bathroom to take a shower, and soon the bedroom was enveloped in a gentle veil of steam.

Adam was intrigued and consumed by curiosity. It wasn't his intention to rummage through Damián's things; his bags were already packed, and he simply stumbled upon a cardboard box. After all, cardboard boxes usually suggest that their contents are of little importance.

However, when Adam opened the box, a surprise awaited him: two valuable jewels rested inside. Upon examining the box more closely, he noticed the word "donation" written on it.

This revelation left him with mixed feelings as he pondered confronting Damián about his past and the meaning of the jewels. He knew he couldn't allow himself to become an irrational and jealous alpha.

Nevertheless, the knowledge of these gifts left a lasting impact on him, accompanied by possessive feelings he hadn't experienced before.

Meanwhile, in bed, like many others, Damián sometimes struggled to get enough sleep, and in reality, he rarely did. He had tried various solutions, including therapies, medications, and anything recommended as potentially helpful, such as melatonin and white noise machines. However, none of these measures seemed to alleviate his regimen of only three hours of sleep per night at best.

In his relentless quest for a solution, he even experimented with different types of sheets. Unfortunately, not even the most luxurious sheets on the market proved to be a magical cure for his insomnia. At best, they managed to coax him back into bed.

He tried Egyptian cotton, silk, satin, cashmere, plant-based fibers, linen, and much more.

While lying in bed, with his eyes closed, the sheets touched his skin, undeniably soft and silky, incredibly comfortable. The room was filled with a rich, woody, fresh, and spicy aroma.

For a moment, he wondered if he was in his own room in Washington, D.C. Was he truly at home, in his own country, in his own world? The fear of the unknown kept his eyes tightly shut.

Then Damián felt his body's response to excessive alcohol consumption. He knew instantly that he wasn't at home.

A relentless hangover hit him: a throbbing headache, overwhelming nausea, and a deep stomachache.

When he slowly opened his eyes, his movements were sluggish, and a jolt of surprise overtook him.

"Boo" Adam.

Damián's eyes widened as he came face to face with Adam, lying beside him, watching him attentively. "Where am I?" Damián asked, scrambling to sit up.

A smile spread across Adam's face as he replied, "You're at home."

Damián grumbled, his voice sounding hoarse and pained, "That sounds like a quick upgrade to crime qualification, invasion, and kidnapping."

Adam clenched his jaw, wishing to wake Damián gently. However, he knew no one liked being awakened without knowing where they were. Carefully, he approached Damián, planting soft kisses on his cheek, neck, and forehead, and caressing his face tenderly.

Whispering in his ear, Adam asked, unable to contain his curiosity, "Why did you get so scared?" Who did you think it could be?"

Damián groaned, bringing his hand to his throbbing head for relief.

"What do you mean by that question? I feel like I'm being judged," he replied with a touch of irritation.

Adam responded with understanding. "My head is pounding." I need a bath." He glanced at Damián and inquired about the time.

Adam's worried expression betrayed that Damian had made a dramatic return. Damián seemed disappointed to wake up next to him. Adam added, with a touch of sarcasm, "I hope you have a good excuse and can explain yourself well."

My parents were looking forward to seeing you yesterday." A serious smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Damián realized the inevitable alpha and omega instincts: jealousy, control, veiled threats, and disguised criticism. Maybe that's how all relationships work.

"I'm going to need all my redeeming skills," Damián murmured before getting up and heading to the bathroom. The bathtub was filled, and the decor was splendid, fit for a king or an emperor. With golden details and paintings, it was an expensive and luxurious bathroom.

Damián observed rose petals floating in the water but noticed that the water was cold, indicating that he had spoiled the surprise of the previous night.

Nevertheless, he got into the water, and the petals concealed his naked body in the bathtub. Adam's emotions were enigmatic; Damián could specifically sense "anger" emanating from when his ego was wounded or threatened.

When Damián got into the bath and the rose petals moved, Adam narrowed his eyes, starting an evaluation test. He was determined to be charming and seductive, trying to win Damián over.

Accepting the cold water was a sign of appreciation for Adam's good intentions.

There were pheromones in the air, but Damián was aware that, despite his physical desire for Adam, he didn't love him. Marked omegas usually loved their alphas deeply, but for Damián, love was a feeling to be avoided at all costs.

"You haven't finished yet, the water's cold," said Adam, breaking the silence.

Damián replied provocatively: "I've been waiting for you. I thought you could help me with the bath; I'm very, very tired."

Sequence, you can help me with cohesion, word refinement, sensory details, olfaction, bodily reactions, and specific reactions. And what do you think of the idea? Do you have any suggestions?

Adam looked at him with a serious expression, and slowly slipped his hand into the water between Damián's legs.

Damián opened his eyes and leaned his head back, while Adam's hand performed an efficient masturbation job in the water.

Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You have those sweet eyes and beautiful face, but you're so open to feelings and desires."

His gaze wandered down Damian's body, and he licked his lips.

I have to taste you; you're so tempting!

He unbuttoned his pants and took them off completely, getting rid of his underwear, his erection springing free, big and rigid.

Adam's pheromones worked like aphrodisiacs on Damián; Adam's mouth covered his with fury.

Lips, tongue, and teeth entered the play, and Damián didn't know where it began or ended. He was in a whirlwind of sensations.

Adam was intense, with his accumulated desire poured into one kiss. Anger, desire, and lust The encounters between the two of them were always crazy and intense.

Damián grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He moaned. However, Adam didn't let go of Damián; on the contrary, he held the omega even tighter.

Damián felt every muscle in his body contract, pulsing and burning with pleasure.

Damián had never been kissed like this before. Each new contact unlocked new sensations and new desires. Adam sucked him in, literally.

Their tongues tangled, their lips touched, and their breaths mingled. Damián felt himself melt under Adam's touch.

Adam kissed him passionately and urgently. Damián responded with equal intensity.

Adam slid his hand around the back of Damián's neck, pulling him closer. Damián grabbed Adam's arm, wrapping it around him.

The kiss became more intense and deeper. Damián felt his body burning with desire.

Adam pulled away, leaving Damián panting.

"What was that?" asked Damián, still not understanding what had happened.

"That was a kiss," replied Adam, with a mischievous smile. "But not just any kiss."

"Was it a kiss of love?" asked Damián sarcastically.

"Maybe," said Adam, noncommittally. "But it was a kiss that will leave you wanting more."

Damián smiled. He knew Adam was right.

Adam approached Damián again, and they kissed again.

This time, the kiss was even more intense than before. The kiss lasted forever, or at least it seemed to last forever. When it finally ended, Damián felt different. He felt more alive, more complete.

When he pulled away, they were breathing heavily, their hair was a mess and their lips were red and swollen. Their half-closed eyes looked sleepy, but they were measuring each other completely.

Adam brought his face closer and ran his tongue along his chin, as if he wanted to sniff and taste Damián.

Promptly, Adam got up, picked Damián up, and laid him on the bed, in a game of seduction that he had already lost.

His blue eyes were half-closed and his mouth ajar. Damián put his hands around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him passionately.

Adam's mouth moved mercilessly against Damián's, like two hungry men, crazy for each other.

He acted quickly and, in one calculated move, pulled Damián to himself and penetrated him.

Once, twice, or five times, extremely hard and merciless—he wanted Damián to scream his name shamelessly. He wanted to feel free of his insecurities, fears, or uncertainties. Just feel the pleasure.

"You're sensational. I need to come inside you".

Damián clung to his neck and pushed forward. The more he had, the more he wanted. Held together by the movements they made, a wild look came over them both.

In a matter of seconds, they felt the first signs of an approaching orgasm.

Adam grabbed his hips as he penetrated him harder, pressing him against the bed.

— Oh, fuck! — he roared. His hips thrust forward with increasing, feverish force and precision, pounding out words that were impossible for Damián to identify.

They reached orgasm together, moaning at how well they were getting along.

Adam licked Damian's face, helping him enjoy the last waves of orgasm, leaving Damián moaning with pure satisfaction.

After the intense exchange of intimate moments, they were lying next to each other, hearts beating fast!

After a few minutes, Adam spoke, his voice sounding relaxed and satisfied: "Now that you've had your fun, I think I'll take a shower." He mentioned getting out of bed, and Damián saw Adam immediately move towards him, lifting him up in his arms with the ease that Alpha always showed.

As Adam held him, Damián could feel the warmth and moisture of Adam's skin against his own. He let out a little laugh and wiggled a little, making a mischievous and purposeful mess. Adam behaved with typical, predictable chivalry!

Adam simply said, behave yourself!

As he prepared for breakfast with Adam's parents, Damián felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Life seemed to have thrown him a series of challenges over the last few weeks.

He prepared meticulously, wondering if any plan could be considered perfect. What exactly was to come?

Damián began to dress, aware that he was going to meet an influential figure in Adam's life—the perfect complement to him. The protagonist!

He chose sports pants made of gray absorbent cotton and camel wool with a casual cut that accentuated his figure. The blue striped cotton poplin shirt was a contemporary version of the traditional one.

Damián completed the look with a short trammel coat in a cropped knit and gray cashmere, with a modern, unstructured silhouette. The soft raglan sleeves and wide draped cuffs added an elegant touch to the outfit.

A beautiful silver-plated metal brooch in the shape of a lily-of-the-valley, adorned with gray and white freshwater pearls, complemented the outfit in a sophisticated way.

On his feet, oversized leather sneakers and a gray wool beret with a motif completed the timeless charm of the look. Damián felt like an elegantly wrapped Christmas present.

Meanwhile, Adam wore a classic black three-piece suit with chalk stripes, which fitted his slender body perfectly.

"You look very handsome," said Adam, with a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he extended his hand towards Damián and then spoke: Let's go!

Damián straightened his back and went into high alert, aware that he was finally going to meet the woman who would be Adam's future wife. He struggled with internal dilemmas, trying to decide which would be the best approach: to act coldly or to be extremely kind to Adam's future wife?

And then she appeared. Lady Elisabeth, Adam's mother, appeared and walked gracefully towards Damián. Her beauty was breathtaking. Her black hair was layered, and her lips were highlighted by a deep shade of red.

Lady Elisabeth embraced Damián and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. She exerted a magnetism on Damián that he hadn't expected.

Adam's mother seemed to be an irresistible force, a kryptonite that affected Damián in unexpected ways.