Chapter 98: The next morning

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.As my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the gentle light, I took in the scene before me.

Bella's form was still nestled against my own, her body curled into mine, her breath soft and even against my chest.

The sight of Bella, naked and vulnerable in her slumber, was a vision of pure beauty.

The gentle rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, her fingers twitching ever so slightly in the telltale signs of deep, restful sleep.

As I watched Bella sleep, a pang struck my heart. I wanted nothing more than to let her remain in that moment forever, basking in the warmth of her presence and the peaceful silence that surrounded us.

But duty called, and I knew that she must be gone before Damon arrived.

My fingers traced a gentle path along Bella's shoulder, their soft touch a silent plea for her to awaken.

"Bella," I said.

As I tried to wake her, Bella merely stirred in her sleep, her body instinctively moving closer to mine in search of warmth and comfort.

With a touch of firmness, I repeated her name once more, hoping to rouse her from the depths of slumber.

"Bella!" I said, the syllables sharp and commanding as I tapped her shoulder once more.

"Huh?" She replied, her eyes still closed.

"It's morning". I said.

"It was morning when we got here". She replied and tightened her arms around my body as if to prevent me from leaving her embrace.

Technically she was right. "It's almost dawn". I said and tapped her shoulder again.

As she finally woke, Bella's eyes blinked open, her vision clouded by the remnants of sleep.

She rubbed them with her fists, as if to clear away the fog that had settled in the corners of her mind.

"Why wont you let me sleep?" She asked groggily.

I fought a smile. "It's almost dawn, we both have work".

As she heard the words, Bella let out a heavy sigh, her frustration evident in the exasperated sound that escaped her lips.

She sat up, her body tensing as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

As Bella shivered, I turned to look at her, a crease of concern etching its way across my forehead.

"Are you cold?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle as I reached out to brush her hair back from her face.

With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Bella let out a sigh of exasperation. "I'm , fine," she said, her voice a mixture of annoyance and resignation. "It's morning, everyone is cold."

'Except me'. I thought. 'But that's due to the system'.

Rising from the bed, I stretched, the tension and energy from the night before still coursing through my body.

As I stretched, my member sprung to life once more, standing proud and erect against the backdrop of the dawning day.

Bella's gaze flicked down to my hardened length, and her eyes flashed with renewed desire. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"No, we're not doing whatever it is you're thinking, we need to dress up and leave now". I said hastily.

With a quick, sharp tone, Bella's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance as she tried to play off her own embarrassment.

"I wasn't thinking anything," she snapped, her voice a subtle combination of irritation and bashfulness.

She tried to look away, but her eyes kept glancing back at my rock-solid member.

Bella's cheeks had taken on a rosy hue, her pale skin betraying her emotional state.

With an amused smirk, I shook my head as I slid my pants on, reveling in Bella's playful quips.

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"You're incorrigible," I chuckled, fixing my gaze on her as she tried to hide her blush. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Her cheeks remained tinged with pink as I adjusted my clothing.

As I finished dressing, I turned back to find Bella sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes following my movements as she pulled her gown on, covering her nakedness with a sense of modesty that seemed almost at odds with the passionate intensity of the night before.

She sat in silence, her fingers picking at the fabric of her gown.

"Help me tie it". She said to me.

I carefully moved to where she sat, my fingers deftly weaving the sash between my fingers as I knelt before her.

The warmth of her skin was a subtle invitation, her body responding to my proximity as I worked the sash into a tight knot.

I had to ignore that response however.

With a tenderness that belied the intensity of our previous encounters, I placed a soft, fleeting kiss on the smooth skin of Bella's cheek. seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Let's go". I said.

Without a word, Bella stood up from the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving mine as she stepped past me. Her gown trailed behind her like a wisp of smoke and the fabric rustled as she walked.

I drew the door open with a gentle tug, the soft creak of the hinges the only sound in the room as I gestured for Bella to go first. She complied and glided through the door.

In the stillness of the morning, the click of the door falling shut echoed through the hallway, a hollow sound that seemed to reverberate through the empty space between us.

With a final glance over my shoulder, I turned to follow Bella down the hallway, our steps echoing off the hardwood floor as we made our way to the front door.

Unbeknownst to me, the sound of the front door opening had awoken Damon from his sleep, the subtle creak of the hinges stirring him from his sleep.

Rising from his bed with a sleepy yawn, Damon pushed aside his covers and padded over to his bedroom door.

He cracked it open just a sliver, straining his ears to pick up the muffled footsteps of someone moving down the hallway, his curiosity piqued by the sudden activity in the early hours of the morning.

With a silent, cat-like stealth, Damon crept towards his door, his bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor.

He turned the handle with careful precision, the door sliding open to reveal the empty hallway beyond.

In the quiet of the early morning, he could just make out the telltale signs of movement in the distance, the faintest whisper of footsteps fading around the corner at the end of the hall.

His eyes narrowing with suspicion, he peered into the shadows, wondering who could possibly be up and about at this ungodly hour.

Even though he hadn't seen the intruder's face, Damon was sure he knew who it was. It had to be me.

His gut instinct told him it was no one else. But what was I doing wandering around the house with a girl in tow?

A slow, sinister smirk spread across Damon's face as he watched the mysterious duo disappear around the corner.

He nodded to himself, his mind already spinning as he turned back into his room.

Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it, the faintest hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

With a smug chuckle, he climbed back into bed.