Chapter 9

As she got a break from the kiss, Vivi felt the heat of the moment take over. All rational thought left her as Damien's hands moved to her thighs, slowly inching upwards. His eyes darkened with desire, reflecting her own tumultuous needs.

"Right here," he said, his voice hoarse. "I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw you."

Before she could respond, Damien lifted her onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite a stark contrast to the fiery passion between them. Vivi's dress hiked up, baring her thighs, and Damien wasted no time, his hands exploring every inch of exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful," he growled, leaning in to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Vivi moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as their tongues danced. She wanted this, needed it. All thoughts of her impending marriage and the consequences of their actions evaporated as Damien's mouth trailed down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Damien," she breathed, arching her back, offering herself to him.

He obliged, his lips moving lower, kissing and biting gently as he went. Vivi's breath hitched as he reached the swells of her breasts, teasing the delicate lace of her bra with his teeth. With deft fingers, he unhooked it, setting her free.

"Fuck," Damien muttered, his eyes glinting with desire as he took in the sight of her bare breasts.

Vivi's nipples pebbled in anticipation, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the effect she had on him. "Please," she whispered, her voice thick with need.

In response, Damien stood, kicking off his shoes and shedding his shirt. Vivi admired the muscular planes of his chest and arms, her pulse quickening as he stepped closer. With gentle urgency, he urged her to lift her hips, and she obliged, feeling a rush of anticipation as he tugged her panties down her legs.

"So perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and thighs.

Vivi's eyes closed as she savored the sensation of his touch. But she wanted more. With a soft moan, she reached for him, urging him closer. "Now, Damien," she pleaded. "I need you now."

He didn't need to be told twice. Damien stepped forward, positioning himself at her entrance. With a gentle thrust, he slid inside her, filling her completely.

Vivi gasped at the sensation, her head falling back as she reveled in the feel of him stretching her, claiming her as his own. Damien's hands gripped her hips, guiding her into a relentless rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as if to savor the moment.

Vivi met his thrusts with her own, a feverish desire building within her. "Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it harder, Damien."

Vivi's words spurred Damien on, and he obliged, thrusting deeper and harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, accompanied by their passionate moans. Damien's fingers dug into Vivi's hips, leaving marks that would remind her of this moment later.

"Oh, fuck, Vivi," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "Your pussy feels so tight around my dick."

Vivi relished the sensation of being filled by him, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. She could feel the hard length of him sliding in and out, her juices coating him with each thrust. "Yes," she hissed, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. "Right there, Damien. Fuck me right there."

In response, Damien quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward with urgency. The kitchen counter dug into Vivi's back, but the pain only added to the pleasure coursing through her. She could feel the tension coiling within her, a delectable tightness that warned of her impending release.

"I'm gonna cum, Vivi," Damien panted, his eyes wild with desire. "I can't hold it anymore."

"Cum inside me," Vivi demanded, her fingers digging into his arms. "I want to feel it."

With a guttural roar, Damien surrendered to the onslaught of pleasure. His body stiffened as he emptied himself into her, his hips stuttering as wave after wave of release washed over him. Vivi followed soon after, her walls clenching around him as she cried out his name.

For a moment, they stayed entangled, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a soft sigh, Damien withdrew, his eyes never leaving Vivi's as he did.

"That was..." he began, searching for the right words to describe the intensity of what they had just shared.

"Incredible," Vivi finished for him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But we shouldn't have done it."

Damien's expression sobered at her words, the reality of their situation coming crashing down. "I know," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "But I couldn't help myself, Vivi. I've been thinking about you nonstop since the first time."

Vivi's smile faded as she, too, was reminded of the complexities of their situation. "I know," she replied, her hand reaching up to trace the contours of his face. "But we have to be careful from now on. It's only for two days. We can't let anyone suspect a thing."

Damien nodded, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and determination. "I'll try," he said, his voice low and husky. "But it won't be easy, not when I want you this much."

Before Vivi could respond, Damien leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the passion that still burned between them.

Vivi's eyes sparkled with mischief as their kiss ended. "Now that we've defiled the kitchen, where will you take me next, stepson dear?"

Damien's eyes darkened at the word "stepson," the reality of their taboo situation settling in once more. But Vivi's playful smile chased away his doubts, reminding him that they had agreed to savor these two days together before resuming their designated roles.

"I think it's only fitting that we explore every room in this mansion," he suggested, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "We can make our own little tour, ending with the grand finale in my father's bedroom."

Vivi's eyebrows shot up at the bold suggestion, but her eyes glittered with excitement. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I'll be up for such a challenge?"

"Because," Damien drawled, leaning in close so that his lips brushed her ear, "I plan on reminding you exactly why you can't forget me."

A shiver ran down Vivi's spine at his words, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She knew Damien was right; the memory of their passionate encounters would linger long after these two days were over. But for now, she was determined to make the most of the time they had left.

"Lead the way, Mr. Blackwood," she purred, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. "I'm all yours."
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