One Last 12

Chapter 12
Damien’s POV:
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I never knew it was possible for me to feel so many things for Irene. I realized the week, spending time away from Eva and being by myself at the office by day, and at the bar at night. I couldn’t ignore the glaring truth about what my heart truly feels.
I am falling for my ex-wife. But what’s weird is the fact that it feels like it has always been something I’ve harbored within the depth of my soul for many years now.
The regrets consumed me when I started recalling everything I did to her. Things that definitely hurt her. Things that will make her hate me. The regrets stung, biting at the fragile flesh of my mind.
I hated myself for being such a cruel husband. One that didn’t appreciate all the love and affection she gave me. And the way I ended our marriage was too disappointing and betraying
I embarrassed her in front of many. And I claimed her step-sister to be my new woman. I threw her out as if she meant nothing. As if she hadn’t left an impact on my heart.
So all I could call myself at the end of my self-wallowing was a foolish bastard.
my self-wallowing
I was a big fool for not realizing how perfect Irene was, compared to Eva.
I was more of a bastard for divorcing her so cruelly. And after realizing and concluding all of these, I knew I was five years Jafe to redemption.
Where do I want to start from?
How do I earn her forgiveness?
How do I get her to see that I’m already a man who will fall at her feet once she commands it? How do I get her to see that I will do anything for her? Protect her and care for her.
I just didn’t realize that a moment was coming when we would both have to be fighting for our lives soon.
Locked up in this cold room, fighting for oxygen and warmth, she hugged me, saying, “Yes, You can hug me, Damien.”
Why does it seem like she is the one protecting me, not otherwise?
“We should help each other so that we can survive. You are right,” She said, hugging me even tighter. And I’m sure she must be hearing the way my heart is pounding because her head is resting on my
“Irene.” 1 rasped, not knowing what else to say or how else to react.
chest.
“Yes, Damien.” She answered, looking up at me through her eyelashes, and something surged within my heart, plunging me to lean down and press my lips to hers.
“Irene.” I moaned against her mouth as I simultaneously hugged her tightly.
“Dami-“I didn’t let her finish calling my name in that sultry tone to begin kissing her, swallowing the remaining letters that. made up my name.
My arms wrapped around her tightly, and our lips melded smoothly, our tongues gliding against each other’s tongues as we suckled on our lips.
She moaned into my mouth and that sound awakened the part of me that was between my legs, the appendage driven by
lustful hormones.
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Chapter 12
Breaking the kiss, our foreheads rested against each other as we breathed loudly. Suddenly, our shivering stopped even though we were still feeling the cold.
“More,” Irene said and pulled me down by the neck and captured my lips into hers, kissing me fervently as if she was chasing after something else I couldn’t tell.
“Ugh, I groaned into the kiss, my hands slid down to her waist and I held it tighter. I don’t know what is going on in her head or what this could mean to her, but I was not going to question it or her.
Especially when it was helping out with the cold.
“Mmm.” Irene moaned again, I couldn’t help but lift her up from how crazy she was driving me with just her lips.
We used to kiss in the past, but how come I never felt this way, this wild? What changed? And why now?
Irene wrapped her legs around my waist swiftly and I moved to press her against the wall. We continued kissing like our life depended on it, even if it half did because of the heat our desires were creating for our bodies.
She began grinding into my growing hardness, her fingers lacing my hair, grabbing it, and causing me to groan from the overall pleasure.
“F***k.” I cussed as we broke the kiss, panting as if we had just run a marathon race.
“You’re driving me insane. Is this okay with you?” I murmured, trying to breathe and calm myself from becoming too homy.
She has awakened a fiery desire in me that I know I wouldn’t have peace until she has quenched it. But I can’t tell what she’s thinking. And why does she keep coming after my lips and grinding against my bulge?
“Insane: I thought we had to do things to make us get warm. And this is doing just that.” She pointed out the obvious, but somehow it stung that she wasn’t kissing me this fiercely because she felt something for me.
Are we a total lost cause? Will I end up marrying Eva when I just realized that I don’t feel a damn thing for her anymore?
Is this really not going to happen again?
And I couldn’t question her. If there’s anything about this new Irene is her temper. She doesn’t take nonsense and calls out bullshit the moment she smells it.
So I had to decide if I still wanted to keep kissing her for body warmth, or if I should stop it because my heart aches for the reason we are doing it.
Fuck it. I said in my head and dived back for her lips, this time, we were both grinding on ourselves. Her moans were a catalyst for the fire in my soul to burn higher and more furious
We continued kissing, and we got warmer. The urge to strip her and ram her against this wall was coursing through my system, but we couldn’t do that. I couldn’t cross that boundary.
So I accepted what I could get, a kiss,
We pulled part again after some time, and deep within her beautiful eyeballs were darkened lust. They were entrapped there, and I wish I could release them from that cage she locked them in to unleash the beast within her.
I wish.
And as we were about to dive back into another hot kiss, the door suddenly jerked open, shocking us.
And before we could even make a move to pretend we weren’t doing anything naughty, cameras were flashing angrily at us. And the questions from the paparazzi surged loudly.
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