Her heart raced, the images flooding back unbidden—the sounds, the gasps, the cries, the endless rhythm of flesh meeting flesh that had burned into her ears all through the night.
Just remembering made her body heat up, and despite her will, her face turned bright red.
Damien caught it instantly. His smirk widened, the mischief in his expression practically radiating off him.
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if mocking her attempt to keep composed.
"What’s wrong?" he teased, tilting his head slightly, his voice dripping with playfulness. "Your face is red."
"...!" Nora stiffened, her blush deepening until it almost seemed her entire face was on fire.
Her lips parted, fumbling to form words. Finally, she managed to mutter, her voice trembling and uneven, "J-just... s-shut up..."
Damien leaned a little closer, his grin sharpening. His tone was light, but the deliberate mischief in it was impossible to ignore.
"What’s that?" he asked, feigning innocence. "I didn’t quite catch it."
That was the last straw.
Nora’s restraint snapped. Her whole body moved on impulse, driven by a mixture of embarrassment and flaring temper.
With a sharp growl, she lunged forward, closing the space between them in an instant.
"You—!"
Her fist shot up, aimed squarely at his chest with all the force her frustration could muster.
But Damien was already waiting for it. His smirk didn’t falter—not even a little. With effortless speed, his hand shot out, catching her slender wrist mid-swing.
Her punch halted in the air as though hitting an invisible wall.
Her eyes widened, the fire in them clashing with sudden disbelief.
Damien’s grip tightened—not painfully, but firm enough to assert complete dominance.
He gave a sharp tug, pulling her forward with ease.
In that instant, her body collided with his.
Her large, soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest, flattening and spreading under the pressure.
The warmth of her body seeped through the thin layers of cloth separating them, and Damien could feel every trembling contour.
Nora’s breath caught in her throat, her face flaring an even deeper shade of red. Her eyes widened in shock, then quickly darted away as the humiliation sank in.
"...!"
Her heart thundered wildly, pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out any second.
She could feel every inch of contact between them, every ripple of heat, every mocking smirk on his lips without even needing to look up.
Damien’s grin only grew, his eyes glittering with amusement as he stared down at her flushed face.
"Well now..." he said softly, his voice low enough that it rumbled through his chest against hers. "You were saying?"
Nora froze in Damien’s grasp, her wrist still caught, her chest still pressed flush against his.
Her breath came shallow, uneven, almost trembling.
The heat on her cheeks quickly spread down to her neck, making her feel a little dizzy.
Her eyes flickered upward, meeting Damien’s only for a split second before darting away. She couldn’t hold his gaze.
The smug gleam in his eyes, the curve of his grin, the overwhelming presence of his body so close to hers—it all made her insides twist uncontrollably.
’W-what’s wrong with me...?’ she thought desperately, her chest rising and falling too quickly.
Just standing here beside him, trapped against his chest, was enough to send her desires into chaos.
Her thighs pressed faintly together, her body heating up as if set aflame from the inside out.
Every breath she took filled her lungs with his scent, thick and intoxicating, unraveling her composure piece by piece.
Her lips quivered. She tried to form words, to fight back, but only a weak mutter slipped out, barely audible, her voice shaky and stuttering.
"J-just... l-leave me alone..."
Damien’s grin deepened for a heartbeat, as though savoring her helpless plea. Then, without warning, his hand loosened, and he released her.
Nora gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise as her wrist slipped free.
Her body instinctively staggered back half a step, as though expecting him to pull her closer still.
Instead, the absence of his touch left a strange emptiness in its wake, an ache she couldn’t immediately explain.
Damien turned away as if nothing had happened, his tone casual, almost dismissive.
"You’re here to prepare breakfast, right?"
The question, simple and ordinary as it was, made Nora blink in confusion.
She opened her mouth, closed it again, then finally gave the faintest nod, her head dipping slightly.
"...Y-yeah..." she murmured, though the word left her lips almost absently, her mind too tangled to focus.
Without sparing her another glance, Damien strode out of the kitchen. The sound of his footsteps faded quickly, the soft creak of the door marking his departure.
Nora remained frozen in place. Her eyes lingered on the doorway long after he had vanished from sight.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, her heart thundering against her ribs. The silence felt heavy, pressing down on her, thick with everything left unsaid.
Slowly, her brows furrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line.
’He... really did leave me alone.’ she mumbled inwardly.
Her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of her nightgown, her frown deepening as she lowered her gaze.
Despite her words at the time, despite telling him to back off, a traitorous part of her had expected—had wanted—him to press further.
To take her as roughly, as hungrily, as he had taken Claire.
The thought made her thighs tremble, heat coiling deep within her.
Her body was still running haywire, every nerve screaming for more of him, her folds throbbing in silent, desperate protest at his absence.
She shook her head quickly, biting her lip hard to drag herself back from the edge.
’No... stop. Comport yourself...’ she scolded silently, drawing in a sharp breath. Her face burned hotter with embarrassment at the direction of her own thoughts.
But no matter how many times she shook her head, no matter how many times she told herself to calm down, the images wouldn’t leave.
They clung to her mind with merciless clarity—the sight of Damien’s long, hard rod, the very same one that had made Claire writhe in pleasure through the night.
Her knees weakened slightly, her breath catching as the image replayed again and again, refusing to fade.
"...Damn it..." she whispered to herself, pressing a hand against her chest as though that would steady the storm within her.