"The second do house was pretty good too," Kyra said. "Oceanus, there’s a spare room with great sunlight. You could put your herbs there, or you could all stay in the second do house since it has four rooms." They nodded in agreent.
"I think it’s great," Silas said.
"I’m taking the third one," Damon muttered. "I like my privacy."
"So the fourth house is reserved for guests," Kyra concluded.
***
That night, a heated argunt broke out about who would get to stay with Kyra. After a long battle, Damon finally won and claid the spot in her room.
He looked excited, while the others stared at him without much expression.
Once in the room, Damon’s excitent grew as Kyra headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She was worn out from the long journey, but Damon’s focus shifted to her wardrobe. The modern clothes she had always fascinated him, filling him with so much inspiration that he felt like sewing sothing right then.
But right now, his heart was racing like a drum. He rembered what Lucas had told him—if you want to find your mark on her, you have to kiss her.
That thought made his excitent soar, and he could feel the tension building in his body. His eyes darkened with anticipation as he eagerly waited for Kyra to co out.
Damon stood captivated as Kyra stepped out of washroom, the soft glow of the evening light illuminating her delicate figure in a loose pink satin nightdress. The gentle curve of her pregnancy was evident, making her look even more enchanting. Every step she took seed to draw him in, and he felt a powerful urge to hold her close.
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"Damon..." she breathed, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue as their eyes t.
"Little thing," he murmured, his voice a low whisper filled with warmth and longing. "Now that we’re mates, we finally have so ti alone. No distractions." His steps were slow and deliberate as he approached her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Kyra took a small step back, her back gently pressing against the wall, but he could see the flicker of anticipation in her eyes. He savored the way her breath hitched, a sweet sound that sent shivers down his spine. He leaned closer, drinking in the sight of her, his gaze moving from her srizing eyes to her soft, inviting lips.
"Damon, we can’t do that..." she protested softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
He smirked, leaning in closer, his presence enveloping her. "We can’t do what, little thing?" he teased, the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin.
Kyra bit her lip, the gesture so innocent yet so enticing, her cheeks flushed a deeper pink under his intense gaze. "We can’t do... mating," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, a mix of shyness and longing.
Damon chuckled softly, a sound rich with affection. "I’m not in a hurry, little thing," he replied, his tone low and soothing. "But there are plenty of ways we can enjoy this mont together."
As he reached out, his fingers caressed her temples before gently trailing down her cheeks. The warmth of her skin beneath his touch felt electric, igniting a fire within him. He moved closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them, the tension thick and palpable.
Her lips parted slightly, an invitation that made his heart race with desire. He traced the outline of her plump pink lips with his thumb, feeling her soft warmth against his skin. Kyra gazed up at him, her eyes shimring with a mixture of hesitation and yearning, and in that mont, he knew that nothing else mattered.
"Little thing," he breathed, his voice low and filled with emotion as he cupped her face. "You are everything to ."
Damon’s grip on Kyra tightened as he cupped her face, his lips crashing against hers in a heated, desperate kiss. His free hand slid down her waist, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through her body. As they moved toward the bed, he effortlessly tore her delicate nightdress, the fabric giving way under his strength.
Kyra gasped in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. Why do all my mates have this habit of ripping my clothes? she thought, her cheeks flushing as Damon’s hands quickly rid her of the rest of her garnts. In a matter of seconds, she found herself bare before him, her breath shallow as she took in the intensity of his gaze.
"Let find my mark...yes," Damon muttered, his voice rough with desire as his heated eyes road over her exposed body, every curve and inch of her skin igniting sothing primal in him. His breath beca ragged, his need for her overwhelming, but he wanted to savor this mont, to take his ti with her.
He began kissing her cheeks, moving slowly to her jawline, his lips soft yet commanding. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, and Kyra held onto his arms, her own breath growing unsteady as she felt the electric current running between them.
Damon’s kisses drifted lower, his lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck before he made his way down. When his mouth found her chest, a loud moan escaped Kyra’s lips, her back arching slightly as pleasure coursed through her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sound, but Damon wasn’t having any of it.
"Moan for , little thing..." he whispered, his voice a deep, seductive growl as his lips hovered over her skin. "Your voice is heavenly. I could listen to you all day long..." His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and as his lips continued their descent, Kyra felt her body trembling beneath his touch.
Each kiss, each touch, seed to awaken sothing new within her, and despite the whirlwind of emotions, she couldn’t deny the pleasure that was building between them. Damon’s hands, strong and possessive, explored her body with a mix of tenderness and hunger, as if he was discovering her for the first ti.
Kyra’s moans beca more frequent, her body responding to his every touch, every whispered word. And in that mont, she surrendered completely to him, her heart racing as Damon claid her, body and soul.
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