Chapter 57
It was a great night, the best she's ever experienced, and now it was day time, Miranda had hardly slept as she and Damian made love over and over until the sun came out of the sky, they were able to get about a few hours of sleep and didn't get up until mid-day, none of them could attend any trainings today because of the tiredness, but it was all worth it as Miranda wouldn't have traded last night for anything in the world.
She'd woken up but still had her eyes closed, even with the many hours she'd spent lying down, she longed to remain in bed as long as he was there, right beside her. Her Damian, she smiled still with closed eyes as she stretched her hands forward, trying to reach for him, as unlike the other times she'd woken up beside him, she could always feel his flesh in contact with her body, and she loved that feel, but this time, the feel of him wasn't there, maybe she'd shifted too far away from him as she slept, as this was a big bed, no surprise there.
All the excitement in her heart flew when she noticed he wasn't right there beside her, she reached her hands to double check and when she was sure she couldn't feel anything, she opened her eyes. He wasn't there, he'd left, again.
Where could he have gone this time? she wondered. They'd just made up, had he gotten mad at her again for some other reason? She didn't notice the small paper that was placed on his side of the bed where he slept else, she wouldn't have spent so many minutes beating herself up as to where her husband could have fled off to.
When she did, she picked up the note and noticed that there was a message written in there for her, no doubt it came from Damian, why was he leaving her a note? Had he travelled or something without bothering to tell her in person?
Still pondering on his disappearance, she picked up the letter and read its' content. It was a short message from him.
*Meet me at the garden when you wake,
Love,
Damian. *
What was going on with him? And what's with all the surprises?
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About half an hour later, Miranda was fully dressed and going ahead to find the packhouse garden still holding Damian's note in her hand, she had trouble finding the place at first, as this wasn't a spot she'd visited before, but with the help of the silver wolves passing by, she managed to arrive at her destination.
The garden was designed with assortment of different flowers and plants, and small birds occupied little cages, on one end was a greenhouse, and she could already make out Damian in there waiting for her, as she came closer, she saw what he'd been preparing for her; a date. One of the adorned garden tables with plenty of food and wine arranged at the top, with two chairs on each side, just meant for the two of them.
"Good morning, Miranda," he beamed at her, standing up from his seat to take her into his arms and kiss all her worries away.
"Damian... what's all this for?" She blushed as her lips tore from his.
"For you dear, I just thought of preparing something small for you, that's small.
"You call this small??? All of this?? For... me?? Oh Damian... you didn't have to..."
"Of course, I did." He brought his hand to rub his head as he began to confess some little truths... "I did a little digging in on all those romantic couple thingies, and then I found out that there were a lot of things you didn't get to enjoy because of my ignorance. I later felt guilty about our wedding night, and the fact that there was no um..." what's that word...? "Oh, um ... yes, honey-moons or any of the sort, I knew you would have wanted something like that, but I felt bad that I couldn't give it to you."
She smirked, "so you decided to make up for all of it with a garden date?"
He nodded, a bit shyly, "yes. I know it's nothing compared to what I should have done, and I'm not used to these kinds of things, I don't know much about them because I never really grew up around much love, I know it's no excuse, but for you Miranda... I'm willing to learn. I'm willing to do all these and much more for you."
Seeing all of this nearly brought tears to Miranda's eyes, "oh, Damian..."
Noticing her reaction, he panicked a little, "what? You don't like it? Did I do something wrong?"
"No Damian... you... you didn't do anything wrong at all. Oh... it's... it's perfect...!"
"I'm sorry... I know it's not much compared to..."
"Oh please, stop saying that! You've already given me much more than I've ever asked for, you've given me YOU Damian, and that much is enough."
"She was sort of confusing him with her words, why would anyone want him so much? Even after finding out about all the mistakes, he's made in the past? After finding about all his imperfections, she prefers having him, more than anything he could give her?"
It seems as if she read his mind as she continued. "All these material things mean nothing Damian, even if I don't have anything else, just having you right beside me is more than enough."
"These words you're saying, I don't understand them Miranda, how could I possibly be the only thing you want?"
"Let me make you understand..."
Damian might have gone extra lengths to prepare the best food for her that morning, but at that very moment, there was only one thing Miranda was hungry for, and no matter how much of it she ate, she never seemed to get satisfied.
She inched closer to him and slowly bent until she was down to the ground on her knees, her head on the same level with his waist. She surprised him; he didn't think she'd want to do this here, now. She quickly began to fidget with his belt hook and zippers.
"Miranda..."
"Shhh... relax, no one is here. It'll be quick..." of course they were alone, as most of the pack wolves would be on training ground, the garden is a rarely visited place in the mornings, no better time than now.
She finally had her hand on his cock. It sprang up, hard and demanding, as she pulled open his pants and released him from his underwear. He was so thick that morning she didn't think she could get her fingers round him, olive toned skin with the head purpling and already smeared with pre-cum, making her mouth water. Just then, a dirty thought came to her mind, as she spotted a bowl of whipped cream there on the far end of the desert table. She left Damian wondering what she was up to as she quickly got up to retrieve the bowl.
He smirked as soon as he saw what she was about to do, this woman that never seizes to amaze, never seizes to surprise him.