My eyes widened in surprise, and heat surged through my chest. I pushed weakly at his shoulders, only for his grip to tighten around my waist, pulling harder against his well-chiseled chest. His kiss was rough, almost punishing, his breath hot and uneven. He kissed in frustration, venting his anger on , but it tasted sweet, sweeter than honey, the kind that made my toes curl inside my shoes.
He broke away an inch from , our breaths a heavy ss. His eyes darkened with desire, his kiss was like a temptation, a water in a desert, showing how much I’ve been starving. "Do you love ?" he whispered.
I blinked at him, my voice lost in my throat. "I..." My brain was experiencing a short current circuit.
Before I could respond, his mouth found mine again, this ti, it was gentler, slow, and unhurried, like he had all the ti in the world to kiss . The sensation turned my legs to jelly. My fingers lifted on their own and clutched the front of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric. He humd against my mouth, the vibration shot down my spine and I shivered.
He tilted his head and deepened the kiss ferociously. I moaned against his lips, my eyes closing as my lips responded to his. I rose on my toes and pressed myself closer to him, my soft chest pressed firmly against his chest, leaving little to no space between us.
My hands slid up to his nape. His skin was warm under my fingers, his pulse thudding as fast as mine.
He let out a low sound that felt sinful in my ear, then he bit my lips, eliciting a cry from my lips, my breath hitching. He caught my lip between his teeth and tugged softly, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
"Damon..." I tried to speak, pulling back for a breath of air, my head spinning.
He cut off mid-sentence as he claid my lips again, he kissed so passionately, leaving no room for objection. We staggered across the room, and the back of my knees hit the bed.
His hands cupped my face, then slid along my jaw to the curve of my neck, his thumbs brushing my skin, leaving traces of heat in its wake. He deepened the kiss again, alternating between sucking and biting my lips skillfully, like he wanted to morize every movent of his.
The way he kissed made forget every reason I had to be careful. The only thing I rembered was the taste of his lips and how soft they were against mine.
When he finally pulled away, I yanked him back before I could think, claiming his lips again. He smiled against my mouth, a breath of amusent, and I wanted to wipe it away and at the sa ti keep it forever in the sa heartbeat.
He said between the kisses. "Still do not love ?"
My mind blanked like a white paper, I parted my lips to speak but no words ca out, seeing my reluctance, it earned another kiss. His hand snaked further down my waist, squeezing the surplus flesh of my body, I gasped, but then he suddenly seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.
Every swirling of his tongue was dominating, his pace a little slower compared to before, like he was trying to confess all his feelings through that kiss. Yet, at the sa ti, it was gentle, demanding, and greedy.
"Damon." I tried to sound stern, but it ca out like a plea.
He pulled back a fraction to look at . His gaze darkened with desire, and the storm in him turned to sothing warm that made my heart stutter in my chest. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my forehead. It was the gentlest touch he had given and it broke sothing open inside .
"Stop doing that," I muttered, blinking away the sudden sting in my eyes.
"Doing what?" His thumb swept my cheekbone, catching a tear I had not realized had fallen.
"You’re making it hard to breathe." I wasn’t lying entirely, I was breathless.
A small smile curved on his lips, reflecting in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed again, bending my neck in a position that gave him better access, this ti the kiss was more of a silent promise, but before I could deduce what it was, he ruined the promise with a bite that made gasp from the sting.
Annoyed, I retaliated, nipping his lip. He chuckled, the sound low and dark, then caught my mouth like he could not bear the distance a second longer.
He kissed like he owned and like I could leave at any second. I kissed him back like I wanted to stay and like I was afraid to admit it. Our teeth clashed and he growled against my lips, then slowed down and coaxed back into a rhythm that blew my mind away.
He moved between my knees, and I felt every inch of him. Heat pooled low in my stomach. My toes curled and uncurled on the bed, ’useless little traitors.’
Then he pulled away, his brooding gaze narrowing at , his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "You haven’t answered my question yet." This ti he sounded like he was pleading.
I t his gaze, my eyes wandering about in their depth. I wondered what it would an for both of us, if I said yes. I didn’t want to be selfish, because proclaiming my love for him would end in nothing but pain and wallow.
"Answer ." He growled lightly, before planting kisses all over my neck, his touch was so warm, sending shivers down my spine.
I cupped his face, then I leaned closer and pressed a long kiss on his lips, his lips felt so good against mine. "Let’s start again. Let’s put the past behind us, let’s forget our identity and just love ourselves. I want to love you for who you are." I planted another short kiss on his lips.
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