Jilted on Wedding Night

Devon sat at the edge of Daemon's bed and looked at the weird ghostly paintings on the wall. Her husband is showering in the bathroom while she's clutching hard at her nightie praying that it will be over soon. After the wedding, Daemon brought her to his house just across the Alley 56 to consummate their marriage.

"I need a son, Devon. The earlier you give me one, the earlier you will be released from our deal."

His words rang into her head like a recorder.

"So this is the price I have to pay for not marrying Joffrey. I'll take it as it is," she muttered when the door to the shower opened and Daemon stepped out naked all the way down while wiping a towel on his head.

He grinned at Devon who quickly averted her eyes.

"Let me guess, you're a virgin Devon? Never had a dick in your life?"

Her eyes widened, scandalized by the vulgar term he used. "Must you really say that? It's obvious that I don't have one. I would have asked them to save me if I had one."

Daemon laughed and sat beside her and touched her face. She forced herself not to get startled when her finger caressed her lips. She can smell his soap, the aftershave he used and the shampoo on his head.

"No one would be able to take you away from that wedding other than me, Devon. All the people in the district are afraid of your father. They're too coward to face the wrath of Gestoni Farrows."

She turned to him but the moment she'd done that, he braced her face and kissed her savagely while his hands traveled inside her clothing and cupped her breast.

Shocked with his sudden movement, she wasn't able to say anything. She just sat there like a log while Daemon hungrily feasted on her. When he parted her leg and pushed his finger inside her, a tear fell from her eyes and a squeak came from her.

Daemon stopped kissing her and just stared at her face. She closed her eyes and bit her lips when his hot breathe fanned her face. She was waiting for him to kiss her again or for him to move his finger that is still inside her but none of that happened. She felt him withdrew his finger and pushed her to the bed.

She finally opened her eyes and saw him butt naked bending down to get a beer in can in the fridge.

"I-I'm sorry," she softly whispered. "It's just that I'm still afraid. Maybe I'm still in shock. I'm sorry. We can do it again. Promise I won't cry."

He's probably not as worked out as he is because of her crying and feeling like he's disgusting when he is not even that. Daemon is a very attractive guy with a very commanding aura in him. He smelled danger and passion in his well-toned body and chiseled jaw.

"When I kiss you, don't fight it. Kiss me back even if you don't know. Let your body enjoy the pleasure. And when I fuck you, you fuck me too. Sex is not satisfying when I am the only one fucking. I need a son but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it as well."

He sat back beside her and offered his drink to her.

"Open up."

She slowly unclenched her mouth. Daemon poured the liquor into it. She choked as he slowly emptied the whole can into her mouth. It trickled down to her lips but it didn't even reach her neck as Daemon began sucking it out of her skin.

She gasped when he licked the liquid all the way to the hole in her ear.

"Relax," he whispered and lowered the strap of her nightie. "Just enjoy it. Many would kill for this opportunity Devon. Be thankful it's you who's experiencing it."

And so she tried hard to obey him. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the moment. She didn't think about anything else but the itch that is forming in the pit of her stomach that's badly needed to be scratched.

When Daemon latched at her exposed breast, she whimpered and when he played with her nipples she clawed hard at his back and began moaning. The heat started pooling and aching at the center of her legs.

"Feeling better? Hmm?" he asked when he began rubbing her mound.

She nodded, her mouth partially open, her eyes tightly shut.

"Yeah..."

"Good girl."

Daemon tore her nightie apart and straddled her legs to his shoulders to begin eating her but a knock on the door interrupted them. He sighed, eyes dark with desire, he lift his head to her but still stood up to retrieve his robe. Devon reached for the sheets to cover her body while panting for breath. She can barely heard what they're talking about but judging from Dameon's furrowed brows, she realized it might be quite nervous.

"Prepare the cars and the men. I'll go find her."

He closed the door, ran to the closet to get dressed and without even looking at her direction, went out of the room without saying anything.

The urgency of his actions as well as the fear in his eyes remind her of the time when her father learned that a group abducted her mother. Was it also the same to him? She can only wonder.

A girl brought her food that night because she did not go outside no matter how many times they forced her to eat.

"Where did Daemon go?" she asked after the young girl put down the food on the bedside table.

"Ms. Maddy Johnson is in the hospital, Ms. Devon. Sir Daemon went there to get her."

Maddy? The famous Maddy Johnson? Dameon's first and only love?

"What happened to her?"

"She was stabbed by Senator Jefferson."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

She didn't know why she still waited for Daemon that night when she knows that there is no way he will leave Maddy in the hospital and resume what they've been doing earlier. It's Maddy we're talking about. Dameon's only woman he loves and the only woman he can't have.

But she still waited and waited until the morning comes but as expected, Dameon didn't come back.