I stayed pressed against the bathroom door, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. The sound of my heartbeat filled the silence, loud and uneven.
"Greek God? Really, Jasmine?" I muttered under my breath. "You had to say that? Why not sothing normal like handso or... tolerable?"
I splashed cold water on my face, glaring at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my hair... I didn’t even want to describe it. I looked like I had just lost a wrestling match... with a Lycan king.
"Damon, you psycho," I muttered to my reflection, rubbing at the faint bite mark on my shoulder. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn’t even rember how many tis I almost blacked out.
But a smile tugged at my lips, I won’t lie, I had a good ti.
"Yeah I bet you did, you even forgot that I exist." Layla’s bitter voice echoed in my head.
"Oops." I pressed my lips into a thin line. "But you didn’t say anything. If you wanted so, you should have just said." I added, staring at the hickeys, decorating my skin like red petals on a white dress.
Layla scoffed. "Since you had a wonderful ti and I didn’t disturb you, tonight will be my turn."
"Tonight." I blinked at my reflection.
The images of yesterday passed through my mind like a video. Repeating it again would be a dream co true.
"Don’t even think about it, Ember, it’s my turn." She growled at .
"Okay, fine, we will let him decide." I dabbed my face, strengtened my hair, and turned to go out.
"Are you going out like that?" Layla almost exploded my eardrums with her high-pitched voice.
"What’s wrong with it?" I snapped in annoyance.
"Don’t you dare! You should apply so makeup, and look good for our mate."
"Damon wouldn’t mind, and besides, there is no make-up here," I grumbled, putting on makeup is as arduous and ti-consuming as making a bone broth.
"Are you going to spend eternity in there?" Damon’s voice rang from the other side of the door.
"I’m coming," I mumbled under my breath.
I waited a few minutes after his footsteps faded before stepping out cautiously, peeking through the crack of the door like a thief.
I placed a hand on my chest dramatically, before stepping out of the room. The faint clanking of cutlery against the ceramic plates echoed through the room. My breath stopped for a mont, all of my favorite dishes were in one place at the sa ti.
Damon had a serious expression as he cut the at into smaller dishes, making sure the dishes looked good. His dark raven hair was a little ruffled, so strands falling over one side of his face. I noticed his hair had grown longer than before, reaching his nose.
He wore a loose shirt that revealed a lot of his middle chest area, which flexed with every movent he made.
My mouth watered, salivating for this sinful fruit; I remained in my spot, admiring him.
Suddenly, he stared at , his head slightly tilted, his hair brushing under his eyes like a veil, his reddish pink lips curled into a naughty smirk. "My love, don’t tell you are hungry for more." His tone was teasing and deep, sending a shiver down my spine like a guitar.
"No, no..." I stuttered, raising my hand in defense. My eyes scanned everywhere else except for him.
The cutlery made a clanking sound as he placed them on the table, then he stood up, walking towards . His eyes fixed like a predator eyeing its prey.
"What?" I nervously said, puffing my cheeks slightly.
He leaned closer to , pinching my cheeks. "You look so cute my love." His eyes softened like those of a puppy.
Before I could snap out of the spell, he bent and swept off the floor. I stared at him in surprise as he carried in a princess style, walking back to the dining table.
"Put down, Damon, I can walk." I playfully hit his chest as my cheeks flustered with nervousness, my heart pounding in my ear.
He stopped midway, narrowing his eyes at , it wasn’t those scary looks, rather they looked playful and cute. "Damon?" He pouted his lips in disappointnt.
"Are you not Damon?" I asked, lowering my voice, blinking at him.
"Shouldn’t you give a nickna? I gave you my love, because you are. I can’t believe you are still calling Damon." He huffed like a child whose favourite toy had been snatched away, turning his face away from .
I held his jaw, tilting his head back to . "Don’t be mad... I’ll think of a sweet na to call you," I said in a serious voice.
His dark eyes t mine, at that mont a sensation ran through . The world seed to stop for a mont, all in our world was just us, and the room disappeared from our view.
His eyes held warmth, love, I never knew he was capable of showing. I pulled him closer and crashed my lips against his.
He reciprocated, letting take the lead. I kissed him slowly, like ti was a fleeting mont, slipping quietly between our breaths. I wanted to show him how much I love him, even if I didn’t admit it. I wanted to show him that I loved more than just making love with him. I wanted him to rember how our tongues intertwined, how I tasted, and how he left breathless.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air, his hand wrapped around my waist tightly. His eyes stared at , swirling with emotions.
"You should eat sothing." He planted a kiss on my forehead.
He sat down, settling to his thigh.
"I can sit on my own." I struggled to get off his thigh.
He pulled back. "I want to feed you, is that wrong, my love?"
My back pressed firmly against his chest, his hot breath fanning against my ear. "Now ahhh."
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