His Vengeance, Marriage and a Baby: He hated her for cockolding him with his brother. Now he wanted vengeance.

by Sabel Simmons

  He released his breath slowly and took her hands to slowly push hers on her finger, watching the emotions on her face. Her face crumbled and slow tears ran down her face. She shook her head and looked at him through tear filled eyes. It was the ring she admired in a magazine so many years ago. Similar to the earrings it was also a purple diamond, one of the rarest diamonds on earth in a very beautiful oval facet, nestled in a double frame of custom-cut white trapezoid diamonds and set on three white diamond covered bands on either side that narrowed into a broad band around her finger.

  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her finger, gently circling the ring with his tongue. Her insides quivered and she felt the heat slowly churning inside her veins. He caught her face between his hands and slowly lowered his head to capture her lips with his, kissing her so tenderly and so passionately; the saltiness of her tears mingling with their kiss.

  When Amber smiled at him so beautifully walking up the aisle he made the decision that their wedding day would be special, not just for Zoey, but for the two of them. His deepest desire was that one day … maybe one day all would be forgiven and their once love, would be revived for eternity. If – and he knew himself well enough to know it was a big if – he could get over her having sex with his brother the moment he left. No matter that it happened eleven years ago. In his mind … it felt like yesterday, the hurt and hate was so entrenched in his soul.

  The wedding reception was held in the garden and around the pool. It was a mid-morning wedding with the intention that they enjoy the whole day with their guests. They mingled with them hand in hand and opened the dance floor. Amber felt loved when Damien pulled her against him and held her tenderly with his lips against her temple throughout the dance. Another beautiful moment was when father and daughter took to the dance floor and Zoey surprised Damien that she could dance so well.

  “Mom taught me when I was eight years old already. It was quite fun. Do you know she can tango, cha-cha and mambo as well?”

  “Yes, squirt, we used to dance a lot when we were younger. As a matter of fact, I was the one that taught her how to tango.”

  “Cool … you should show me one day.”

  “I have another surprise for your mother, but only if it is okay with you. I want to take her on a short honeymoon. A cruise on my yacht. Will you be okay to stay with Grams and Gramps while we’re away? I know it is your first time at a new school …”

  “Of course you must go! I’ll be fine. I already made friends the day we went to meet the headmaster. Mom deserves to be spoilt. She’s had to work so hard.”

  “Thank you, poppet. Just don’t tell her. Everything is already on the yacht, so I am going to steal her away within the next hour. Try and say goodbye without saying too much.”

  “Kay, Dad! I love you Daddy!”

  “I love you too, precious daughter of mine.”

  Amber stood with her arms around Zoey when Damien approached her an hour later. The sun was just starting to go down on the horizon. The photographer insisted on taking a few photos of them with the sunset in the background.

  It was another half hour before he managed to coerce her to walk with him down to the private pier. He held her hand and smiled down at her, allowing the photographer another picture perfect moment of the couple walking away into the sunset. The moment they reached the pier, Damien let go of her hand and picked her unceremoniously up in his arms and carried her to the impressive two story yacht moored at the end. She shrieked and clutched him around his neck when he lifted her higher to ensure her dress did not catch on the gangway.

  One of the deckhands immediately lifted the gangway and within moments the powered yacht silently slid away towards the open ocean. Damien still had his hands around Amber’s waist and she looked at him enquiringly.

  “Where are we going?”

  “This is not really what I would have wanted, but we deserve a honeymoon to end a wonderful wedding and start off our marriage. Even though all is not how it should be, maybe one day … who knows. At least we will have this as a good memory. We’re going on a weeklong cruise for our honeymoon.”

  “Honeymoon? You want to go on hon … with me?”

  “You are my wife as of seven hours ago, so yes, Amber, we are going on honeymoon. A week where it is just you and me … I … we will forget about the ghosts of the past for this week …”

  Amber searched his eyes and only recognized determination. She knew how her being with Paul still hounded him to this day and how difficult it was going to be, yet he was willing to do that. Purely to give her the perfect wedding with a honeymoon.

  She went on her toes and brought his head lower with her hands around his neck. She rubbed her lips against his, softly from side to side and he groaned against her lips. His arms closed around her and he drew her against him, until they stood flush against each other. The kiss was soft and sweet, tender and passionate, and then wild and sensual when Amber speared past his lips to entice his tongue in a duel of passionate need. He broke the kiss and looked at her with warmth in his eyes.

  “Have I told you how absolutely exquisite you looked today? No groom could have asked for more than what I got when you walked down the aisle. You literally took my breath away. Or as Zoey said, you knocked my socks off.”

  She smiled and kissed his chin. “You didn’t, but your eyes did. You did the same to me. You are quite handsome when you’re dressed up, you know.”

  They stood with their arms around each other at the back of the yacht waving to Zoey and Mia who stood on the pier waving them goodbye. Zoey blew them kisses like crazy. Amber smiled sadly.

  “I am going to miss her!”

  Damien nuzzled her neck, kissing the erratically pulsing vein warmly. ‘I will keep you too busy to miss her, beautiful. I was serious when I said I am going to make a real effort to make this week special … for both our sakes, not just Zoey’s.”

  “How many people are on the yacht with us?”

  “The Captain, one deckhand and the chef. Normally there is six to eight manning the boat, but I did not want that many people underfoot. Don’t worry, honey, they will keep out of our way … and the main cabin is soundproof, in case that is what you’re worried about.”

  Amber blushed and he chuckled.

  “I just need to spend a half hour with the crew to set the route and times. Would you mind?”

  “No, I think I’ll take a bath in the meantime. It has been quite a hot day and my feet are killing me. I am not used to wearing such high heels.”

  Damien showed her their cabin which took her breath away with its luxuriousness. The deep massive spa bath invited her in and she leaned back in the soothing jets shortly thereafter.

  Fifty minutes later Amber wondered if Damien intended to renege on the week’s honeymoon promise. She had already dried her hair and stood next to the bed. She pulled the towel wrapped around her off and picked up the flimsy purple lace nighty. She lifted her hands and started pulling it over her head.

  She gasped when warm hands shaped her waist to gently draw her back against a hard naked body. His one hand stroked up her arm to firmly pluck the nighty from her grasp and it fluttered to the edge of the bed in front of her.

  “I distinctly remember telling you not to bother with those, my love. Shame on you … but thank you for the enticing view!”

  “I started thinking you changed your mind.”

  He stroked small circles over her belly with his one hand and the other caressed her hip and slowly up over her waist. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

  “Take your hair out of the way, beautiful. I don’t want to take my hands from you. Hmm … you taste like honey.”

  She moaned low in her throat when his warm lips gently stroked down the side of her neck to kiss her deeply in the curve of her throat. She leaned her neck against his shoulder, allowing him free access to her throat. His roaming hands over her belly, hips and waist driving her crazy. Her blood stirred and bubbled to instant
heat inside her. She reached back and closed her hands over his tightly muscled legs.

  “I wanted to make sure I finalized everything with the crew so we are bothered as little as possible. Lord, Amber, those hands of yours feel so good on my body!”

  She reached back even further to stroke higher over his hips and kneaded his tight buttocks. His hand moved slowly over her waist, caressing lightly over the bottom of her breasts. Her nipples already as hard as buttons and jutting forward eagerly. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. His smell fresh from his recent shower and his own essence; it engulfed her with its sensuality.

  She has dreamed of making love with him again for eleven years. The episode of weeks before long buried and forgotten. All she could think of, that she needed as desperately as the next breath, was to feel him inside her again. Taking her to heights beyond those he did when she just became a woman in his arms.

  Chapter Twelve

  Amber turned around in his arms and heat exploded through him instantaneously. She pressed tight against him and her arms wrapped around his back. Her nipples were tightly aroused and pressed like hard pebbles against his torso. He kneaded her buttocks and slowly caressed up her back to wrap his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her head back and looked deeply into her eyes. The violet depths swirled with smoky desire.

  “Lord, Amber, you are so beautiful, you always take my breath away.”

  His head lowered and his lips captured hers in a deep, swirling, hot and sultry kiss. He pushed his leg between hers and slowly lowered her to the middle of the bed without breaking the kiss. His leg remained between hers and he pushed it higher to rub against her heated core. Amber moaned as her body reacted so quickly she felt the wet heat trickle through her cleft.

  He licked and kissed down her chin over her cheeks. His lips closed over her earlobe and he sucked gently. Her hips soared harder against his leg. It was as if the pull of his lips on her lobe was directly connected to her core and it started to pulse with need. It has been so long that she has been this intimate with a man, she has forgotten how it felt. How a flick of a tongue, a nibble of lips and a stroke of a hand could light the fire inside her. He hardly started and her whole body was on fire already. Her sheath pulsed with need … need to feel his hardness filling and stroking inside her.

  He drew slow circles around her breasts while kissing and licking her earlobe and inner ear. She moaned incoherently. Her need rising to unknown heights. Her nipples so aroused they were hard and begged for his touch. She felt ready to explode.

  “Damien … please! I can’t … I need you now! I can’t wait longer! Please Honey!”

  His shaft was fully aroused and pressed hard against her side and her small hand closed around it, urgently stroking and caressing the tip. He cursed and pulled her hand from him. He looked down at her, noticing her urgent desire and need. His lips closed over hers and he drank deeply from her honeyed sweetness. She returned the kiss wildly, clutching at his arms in desperation.

  He turned on his back and pulled her on top of him. She gasped when his hard shaft pressed against her core.

  “My need is too great, beautiful to do this any other way. I don’t want to hurt you again. Take me inside you, Amber!”

  She lifted her hips and grasped his shaft at the base and held it whilst starting to lower herself on him. She keened and threw her head back when the broad tip speared just inside her. Damien clenched his teeth, forcing him not to thrust hard upwards all the way inside. Feeling her tight passage clutching around him with so much heat was torture.

  Amber was so wet sliding down him was easy, yet she drew it out, embracing the feeling of his tightness as it filled every inch of her channel. She looked at him and noticed his rigid jaw and realized why he wanted her on top. He was scared he would lose control and hurt her like he did before. Her taking her time did not make it easier for him. She widened her stance over his body and took him as far as she could at that stage. His breath wheezed from his lips and she smiled.

  She leaned forward and he immediately took possession of one of her nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth. The first tug of his lips around her nipple shot an immediate arrow of fire to her core and she groaned. She pulled back and started thrusting up and down; soon plunging onto him in desperation, her climax just staying out of reach. Damien reached for her other nipple and suckled greedily, her channel gripping him like a tight glove. Her desperate thrashing testimony of her need. He gripped her hips and slowed her down.

  “Easy, beautiful … easy!”

  “Oh Damien! Please … I need …”

  He guided her movements then, forcing her to slow down, thrusting up with each downward pull of her against him and she cried out, her head thrown back. His fingers stroked slow circles around her clit and she jerked against him. Then faster, harder and deeper strokes up and down her clit, his one hand keeping her in place for his strong, deep thrusts upward.

  She mewled and her fingers clawed at his shoulders. The pressure building inside her so hot and quick she could only gasp at its strength. Then she was there. She sat up and her back arched, she pressed harder onto him and he gasped at the depth to which she pressed him into her. He felt the ripples of her inner muscles close around him, tighter, tighter and then she screamed as her climax exploded inside her, clenching and milking him in desperate need.

  She panted and could not draw a breath, her climax taking control of her body’s functions. Damien thrust hard once, twice and then a third time, lifting her from the bed as his climax ripped through him. His shout mingled with hers as her orgasm expanded into another the moment his hot release shot against her womb.

  It took a while for their breathing to reach normality. Amber sprawled boneless over Damien, his shaft still semi-hard inside her. He stroked her back with his one hand, whilst the other clutched her so hard against him, she struggled to draw a proper breath, yet she did not complain. For now she exulted in his desire and need to have her so close … to remain inside her.

  Eventually Damien loosened his arms around her and turned on his side, allowing her to slide on her back. He leaned down to place a quick hard kiss on her lips. He rose and walked to the bathroom. He returned carrying a towel and a wet cloth. Ignoring her protests he gently wiped her clean and dry. He threw the towel and cloth on a nearby chair and settled next to her on his side. His hand reached for her belly and he watched his large hand drawing slow circles over her smooth skin. Amber watched his face and her heart contracted at the gentle tenderness she saw in his expression.

  She reached up and stroked his chin. His eyes swung to hers and they gazed at each other wordlessly. His hand moved over her torso and drew slow circles around her breasts. He watched her eyes haze over and saw the pleasure dance over her face with each stroke of his fingers. When his fingers lightly flicked over a nipple she mewled and arched her back, pressing her breast deeper into his hand.

  “I could watch you the whole day while I explore your body … but then I would miss out on the taste of you … on your neck,” and he licked a long slow sweep down her throat, “… on your chest,” and he placed slow, warm kisses down her chest between her breasts, “… your delectable breasts.” He licked the same circles around her breasts his fingers traced, all the while closer and closer to her nipples. By now Amber keened with the need to feel his mouth on her nipples and she clutched his arms.

  “Damien … you … I … ooohhh!”

  “Your juicy and very responsive … nipples.”

  She cried out in ecstasy when his lips closed over one and he tugged hungrily, greedily drawing the soft globe deep into his mouth.

  He swirled his tongue over the tip whilst sucking on the nipples, rolling and pinching the other between his fingers. He nibbled lightly with his lips, then his teeth and her cries filled the room. He swopped to the other breast and gave it the same attention. He lightly traced a path down her belly to the flat plane between her hips. He slowly stroked inwar
d just touching her clit and she moaned throatily. He pushed his leg between hers and pulled her thighs apart. He slowly traced a slow caress down the length of her cleft and all the way back to her clit.

  Amber felt as if she housed a volcano inside her. A fever so high her bones wanted to melt. When he kissed a trail of fire down her stomach she moaned long and deep. He licked a slow circle around her clit – her moan deepened and when he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, she jerked against his mouth crying out her pleasure.

  He slipped his arms beneath her hips, circled her waist and captured her breasts, stroking, rolling and softly pinching her nipples. Amber panted uncontrollably with every flick of his tongue. She mewled like a tortured cat when he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on it, twirling his tongue over the tip. He pulled his one arm from under her and slowly inserted one finger inside her hot and wet sheath, and immediately a second. She keened and her hips thrashed against his hand and mouth.

  Suddenly her skin felt as though it shrunk and was too small to contain her body. Everywhere he touched her skin tingled, she had Goosebumps all over her body and her blood pumped furiously through her veins.

  “Da … mi … eeeenn!”

  Her low keen ended in a full blooded scream when his wicked fingers found her g-spot and her body shattered into an immediate and hard climax. It took her by total surprise and she did not have time to draw a breath. She clawed at the sheets below her and arched her head into the pillow. Her inner muscles clamped so hard around Damien’s fingers inside her he grunted against her clit, still sucking sensually.

  Amber desperately tried to move away from his mouth, her clit suddenly so sensitive, she felt totally lost. As if her body belonged to the man controlling every sensation flooding her senses. Damien relented and lifted his mouth from her, watching her face and her body as tight as a bow still riding through her climax. He waited until the trembling muscles milking around his fingers started to subside and his mouth closed over her sheath, his fingers finding her clit unerringly.