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Chapter 14: Giving in – Part 2/3

Amelia POV:

I made it back to my room and walked in, closing the door behind me before I collapsed onto the bed, letting the tears flow down my face. Everything Damon had just told me was too much to take in, my brain couldn’t wrap around everything, and I didn’t know what to do. I was developing feelings for Damon, feelings I had never experienced in my life before, and no matter what I did to ignore them, they just grew stronger with each passing minute.

However, it didn’t matter how strongly I felt for him, as I could never be with him. Damon was different, and so was I, proving us to be opposites. Wanting to shut off my brain and these never-ending, torturous thoughts, I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over me.

I woke up several hours later; the sun was no longer shining, as dark clouds consumed the sky and rain pounded against the window glass. I walked over to the window and gazed out, admiring the fierce beauty of the storm.

My mouth was parched and dry, so I decided to go down to the kitchen and get a drink. As I entered the kitchen, it was quiet, dark and empty. I was grateful no one else was around, as I wanted to be alone and not deal with anyone right now. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and drinking almost half of the bottle. Then, a bolt of lightning struck, lighting up the kitchen and grabbing my attention. I walked over to the kitchen sink to stare out the window and gaze at the storm brewing outside.

I stood there, looking out the kitchen window, watching as the rain beat against the glass. The lightning lit up the night sky like a Christmas tree, and the thunder rumbled, vibrating the ground beneath my feet. I was so entranced by the storm that I didn’t hear or feel Damon come up behind me. Instead, he stood just behind me, not touching me, but was close enough, that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

“Hell of a storm.” He said in a low, husky tone.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my arousal. “Yea, it is.” I almost whispered.

He reached his hand up and moved my hair away, exposing my neck, then began to kiss and nip at my skin gently. I nearly melted into him as my knees went weak. His other hand snaked around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him, allowing me to feel his hard cock, press firmly against my ass. The friction and closeness made me squeeze my legs together as the wetness pooled between my legs.

He lifted my shirt slightly and slid his hand upwards, cupping my left breast in his large hand. I let out a moan, and he groaned, squeezing my breast harder.

He brought his other hand around and lightly gripped my throat, making me shiver with delight. My legs began to shake from the tension building between my thighs. He released my breast, and his hand slowly trailed down my stomach, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand down my pants before rubbing my clit gently but firmly.

A growl vibrated from his chest. “Fuck, your so wet, so fucking responsive.” He whispered sweetly in my ear.

He slid a finger inside me, and I gasped loudly, “Fuck!” Then, I groaned out as his touch ignited a fire inside of me.

“You like that baby?” He asked.

“…” I tried to answer but couldn’t get the words out as my head started to spin.

He added another finger, stretching and filling me more, then picked up his pace, pumping into me faster.

I reached my arms around, running my fingers through his hair, before gripping it tightly. “Oh, Damon.” I moaned.

He removed his hand from my neck and slid my fingers from his hair, then bent me over the kitchen counter before leaning over me and continuing his assault on my wet pussy.

Damon brought his lips to my ear. “I need to be inside of you so fucking bad.” He growled out.

A jolt of excitement ran throughout my body, as I needed him inside of me just as bad. But then I remembered that we couldn’t do this, it would never work between us, and if we continued, there would be no turning back.

I paused. “No, stop! Please, Damon, stop.” I pleaded with him.

He immediately froze and removed his hand from between my legs “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

I shook my head. “I’m fine, but we can’t do this, Damon,” I said while pushing myself off the counter and away from him. I ran out the back doors, needing to cool off and to get away from him, before I caved, giving in to the desire.

“Amelia, stop, Now!” He boomed, his tone deep and harsh.

I stopped and stood there in the rain, my clothes now soaking wet. Finally, Damon came and stood in front of me. “Don’t you fucking run from me, and I don’t give a shit anymore; I’m tired of fighting my feelings. I want you, just as bad, as you want me. So, why can’t we do this?” He questioned, frustration in his voice.

I didn’t reply or look at him, as it only made things harder and resisting him was like trying to breathe without any oxygen. Impossible! Damon lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Don’t make me ask again.” He said in that dangerously calm voice.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “We can’t do this, Damon; you and I are two different people. We can’t be together.” I said, my voice cracking slightly.

A low and deadly growl rumbled from his chest as he closed what little distance there was between us. “Yes, we can. I am the fucking Alpha, and no one ever dares to tell me what to do. You are mine and only mine to do with as I please, and you aren’t going anywhere.” He declared in an authoritative and unapologetic tone. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach at his words, and my heart fluttered.

Damon gripped my shoulders as he backed me into a tree and slammed my back against the jagged bark. His hands wrapped around my wrists, and he roughly pinned them above my head.

He stared down at me as his chest heaved. “Do you understand me?” He asked in a low and husky tone.

I stared back at him and gazed into those bright, blue orbs that I couldn’t get enough of looking into, getting lost in them. “Yes,” I replied through my ragged breathing.

Damon released my hands before gripping my ass in his unyielding grasp and lifting me off the ground. He then kissed me, possessively and hard, as he cupped my right breast, squeezing it firmly. A loud moan escaped my lips from the pleasure that coursed through me.

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