Chapter 91: A Witness to Passion

The air in the room was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long. Sana stood before Daemon, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Slowly, almost agonizingly, she began to shed her clothing. One piece of fabric fell, then another, cascading to the floor in a silent heap until she stood before him completely unveiled.

Daemon didn’t move; he couldn’t. He was mesmerized. His gaze swept over her, taking in the lean strength of her long legs and the sculpted definition of her core abs that spoke of a hidden power beneath her soft skin.

Her breasts were petite, firm and perfectly shaped, crowning her athletic frame.

Sana noticed his silence and a flicker of insecurity crossed her face. She remembered Victoria’s voice, the way she had whispered that Daemon preferred a fuller chest.

Sana’s expression shifted, a small, questioning pout forming on her lips. "Victoria told me you like them bigger," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Daemon didn’t give her time to dwell on the thought. In one swift motion, he surged forward, his hand gripping her waist and pulling her flush against his hard frame.

He captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

Sana let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her head snapping back. A wave of pleasure, more intense than anything she had ever known, crashed over her.

"I like your breasts," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Can you feel how much I want you?"

Sana could only close her eyes, her breath coming in shallow hitches as he moved from one breast to the other, teasing and bruising the tips with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

She let out a small, breathless laugh when he sucked particularly hard. "Slow down... there’s no milk there," she teased weakly.

Daemon chuckled, a dark, sultry sound. "It will be soon," he promised, his words sending a shiver of heat straight to her groin.

Sana groaned and pressed her chest harder into his mouth, demanding more. He obliged, his lips traveling downward, tasting every inch of her skin, kissing her neck and collarbone before his gaze landed on the glistening, pink heat between her thighs.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered.

"Don’t stare too much," she breathed, though she was already arching her back, her body craving the contact.

He didn’t stare for long. He dove down, his tongue finding her center with pinpoint accuracy. Sana’s world narrowed to the point of contact. The sensation was overwhelming; she felt as though she were being undone from the inside out.

She reached her limit in seconds, her muscles tightening, her breath hitching in a silent scream as she peaked. She released a flood of sweetness, and Daemon drank every drop, savoring her essence as she collapsed against the sheets, trembling.

Breathless and flushed, Sana reached for him. She stripped him of his clothes with hurried fingers, and when he finally stood bare, she gasped.

His manhood was imposing, thicker and more formidable than she remembered.

Daemon smirked, seeing the look of awe on her face. "You told me this was small, didn’t you?" he teased, his voice dripping with mischief. "Tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what this can do."

Sana swallowed hard. This was her first time, and the sheer size of him was intimidating. Yet, the desire outweighed the fear.

She knelt before him, her small hands gripping his length as she tentatively licked the crown. She began to suck, her movements clumsy and inexperienced, but the raw honesty of her effort drove Daemon wild.

"That’s it, Sana... just like that," he groaned, his hips twitching. "Faster."

She leaned into it, intensifying her pace until Daemon could no longer contain himself. With a guttural roar, he released a torrent of heat into her mouth.

It was too much for her to swallow all at once; some of it spilled over her chin and onto her chest, but she didn’t pull away until he was spent.

"This is too much," she panted, wiping her mouth, her eyes wide. "How can you release so much?"

Daemon didn’t answer with words. He guided her back onto the bed, positioning his hardness against her entrance.

Sana suddenly stiffened, her eyes widening as the reality of the moment hit her. "Do it slowly... please, it’s my first time," she whispered, her voice laced with anxiety.

"I was just teasing you," Daemon murmured, his voice softening. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, drowning out her fears with passion. "I promise you won’t feel any pain. Just feel me."

He entered her in one slow, steady push. Sana let out a long, shaky breath, her body stretching to accommodate him.

There was a moment of fullness, an almost overwhelming pressure, but as he began to move, the tension melted into a searing, rhythmic heat.

He moved with a deliberate pace, ensuring she acclimated to him before picking up the speed, turning the act into a desperate, grinding symphony of skin on skin.

Later, he flipped her over. He entered her from behind in a deep, primal doggy style. Sana loved the feeling of him filling her completely from this angle, her hands gripping the headboard as he hammered into her, each thrust sending sparks of electricity through her spine.

Eventually, they transitioned. Sana climbed on top, straddling him, her breasts swaying as she bounced. Daemon reached up, sucking her nipples again, his hands gripping her hips to drive her down harder onto him.

Suddenly, the heavy thud of the door swinging open echoed through the room.

Both of them froze for a split second, but Daemon didn’t stop. He flipped her back over, pinning her to the bed and resuming a hard, unrelenting pace.

Sana’s voice broke into a series of high-pitched moans that echoed into the hallway.

Victoria stepped into the room, her eyes cold and calculating.

"You!" Sana gasped, her voice stumbling as a particularly deep thrust hit her spot. "I told you... don’t disturb us!"

Daemon ignored the interruption entirely. He continued to fuck Sana with a brutal intensity, his movements rhythmic and possessive.

He wanted Victoria to see. He wanted her to witness exactly how he was claiming Sana.

Sana, breathless and trembling, managed to glare at Victoria. "Why... why did you come here?"

Victoria watched them, her expression a mixture of disgust and a strange, twisted fascination. She saw the way Daemon was driving himself into Sana, the raw passion and the sheer force of it. It was the kind of intensity she had always craved from him.

"What is a little interruption?" Victoria said, her voice like ice. "You thought you could enter my husband’s life without my permission?

I certainly can’t stop you from having sex with him, but I can certainly watch."

Sana’s eyes widened in shock and horror.

"This is my revenge," Victoria whispered, a cruel smile touching her lips.

"I want you to know that even in your most intimate moment, I am the one who allows it. I want you to see exactly where you stand."