Chapter 73 - The Hybrid

The hybrid man—previously a boy in my mind—was just as I had imagined. I had expected him to exude an aura of magic, wrapped in a veil of mystery and suspense. Tiffany’s son, which struck me as oddly amusing, stood well over six feet tall. I had thought he might be the same height as Damon, but upon closer inspection, it seemed he was half an inch taller when he stood straight. His hair was a cascade of wavy blond locks, and his eyes, a mesmerizing blend of blue and green, made him almost too beautiful to gaze upon. Though his physique was toned and athletic, it was not as imposing as Damon’s, whose broad shoulders seemed almost ready to burst through any fabric. Nevertheless, he carried himself with a quiet strength.

“Can you wait outside?” Damon asked with a commanding tone rather than a request. The young man—Malios—nodded and exited the room, shutting the door softly behind him. Damon turned to me and asked, “Well?”

“Well, what?” I responded, slightly puzzled.

“What do you think?” Damon pressed.

“I appreciate you arranging this,” I said, reaching out to Damon as he helped me out of bed. “I already feel safer.” I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, then added, “I’m going to take a shower—”

“I’ll join you,” he interrupted, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. I hadn’t yet told him that our physical intimacy was off-limits for the time being, so I simply smiled and nodded.

In the bathroom, I could feel the warmth of his body radiating from behind me as he gently removed my robe. Even after all this time, I still felt a twinge of shyness being completely naked around him. I stepped into the shower, and he followed, both with his footsteps and his gaze. The hot water cascaded over us, and Damon stood directly behind me, his naked body pressed close to mine. I felt his lips teasing the sensitive area of my ear, and his touch traced the back of my neck. I moaned softly, tilting my head back in surrender to the pleasure. The heat between my legs grew, and I could feel the moisture forming in thick, insistent puddles. I ached for him, especially as his hands traced my spine and then moved to caress my breasts.

His erection pressed against the small of my back, and I was overwhelmed with a desire to reach behind and guide him inside me. “I want you,” Damon whispered urgently in my ear, “so badly.”

“Damon,” I moaned, partly calling his name and partly lost in the sensation. But my attention was split as Damon began rubbing the head of his hard cock against my eager entrance. “Uhhh, fuck—” I gasped, “Damon—”

He kissed the nape of my neck, his finger finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, tantalizing circles that drove me wild. It was almost impossible to resist; my need for him felt all-consuming, more urgent than basic necessities like food and water.

“Damon, wait—” I managed to say, but his kisses continued down my back, and the tip of his penis pressed just inside me. I jolted at the shock of pain, and Damon pulled back quickly, holding me tightly to prevent me from falling.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

The pain was sharp and intense, like an electric shock. The pressure on my cervix caused unbearable cramps, and I prayed that I hadn’t harmed the baby. “No, no, I’m not okay,” I admitted, stepping out of the shower with Damon following closely behind.

“Why? What happened? Did I hurt you?” Damon’s usual calm demeanor was replaced with visible distress, a rare display of his vulnerability.

“You didn’t hurt me; it’s not your fault,” I reassured him, though I felt defeated. “But we can’t continue. We can’t have sex anymore.” I took a seat on the bed, trying to avoid looking at his perfect, bare form.

“Do what? Have sex?” Damon pressed further.

“Yes, we can’t have sex until after I’ve had the baby. The doctor said it might be harmful to him,” I explained, burying my face in my hands. I knew how much Damon valued our physical connection, and the thought of not being able to please him was distressing.

To my surprise, Damon chuckled and sat down beside me, gently unraveling my fingers from my face. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

I was too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

“Why would I be upset?” Damon asked. “Of course, it’s going to be tough not having sex with you—you’re irresistible. But if there’s even a slight chance that it could hurt you or the baby, then we won’t do it.”

I peeked at him, my cheeks flushed with heat. “Are you sure?”

“Your mouth,” he said with a playful grin, “it still works, right?”

I playfully punched his side, and he laughed heartily, his earlier concern easing into a more relaxed and affectionate demeanor.