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them.” Fingertips
slowly rubbed along my cool flesh. Despite our body temperatures, it felt as if
he drug embers over my skin. Painstakingly slow, he pulled the tank top up. My
arms rose as the olive green tank was pulled off of me, leaving me in the black
bra and blue denim clad hips.
    Damien’s fingers delicately traced
down my stomach to the waist band of my jeans. While never taking his gaze off
the reflection of my eyes in the mirror, he stripped me down.
    Kissing along my shoulder and arm
his fingers carefully unsnapped the bra clasp in back. Trimmed nails clawed against
my flesh, dragging one strap down my arm until it fell to the floor.
    As soft as a feather from behind
me, his touch traced my skin until one hand flicked against the button of my
jeans, guiding the zipper down.
    My spine was tingling. Touching
against my thighs, he drug the denim down my legs until they were bare to him. His
hands took both of my own as I stepped out from the confines of the snug fit
blue jeans.
    He stayed with me. Hands roaming my
bare flesh, his thumb slid along my hip into the strap of the thong as he
turned me to face him. In a second it was at my ankles.
    For as fast as the immortal before
me was, every movement every moment, he drug out, moving slow and deliberate. Some
things in life should not be done quickly. Dropping to his knees before me, his
chin lift up so that he could look into my eyes as I looked down upon him.
Kissing at the sides of my knees, up my hip, and over my stomach as his fingers
traced the rose tattoo at my side. One kiss at a time his lips covered my body.
    The rose was darker now, like wet
ink. The thorns of the vines looked real enough to make you bleed. Each petal
of the two black roses seemed almost real to the eye. The black Dragonflies
looked alive as the wings glistened. Amazing it remained when so many scars did
not.
    Standing slowly, his mouth traveled
up my body taunting me. With one hand, Damien tugged off his shirt, tossing it
away.
    Those nimble fingers dropped down
to the button of his jeans. Before he could react, I reached out and stopped
him. Taking my time, I pulled the button free followed by the zipper, letting
them drop to the floor. That’s all he had been wearing. Rough and fast, he
pushed me backward until my back found the wall in the shower.
    One hand reached away from me, and
blindly pushed a large silver button on the wall that started the downpour of
burning water from above.
    Delicate as petals, his fingers
drug my flesh torturing me in ways I had never known before. “I need you,”
whispered between softly dragging kisses from my shoulder to my ear. “I want
you.” Hands drug my stomach, tracing my tattoo precisely while tickling my side
teasingly. The other rubbed over my hips, squeezing firmly, sliding lower,
pushing between my legs to make me gasp. Lips kissed from one shoulder across
my throat to the other. Fangs slid against my flesh as his tongue flicked
tauntingly to catch the blood, not missing a single drop. A quaking moan
trembled out from my lips. The sting wasn’t pain- it was a promise.
    Damien pulled back just enough to
stare into my eyes as if he sought my soul. Sliding up his arms squeezing his
broad shoulders firmly, my arms wrapped around his neck.
    Fingers drug across my flesh until
his hand rose to hold against my cheek. A battle raged between our lips, all
but devouring one another. One leg came up to wrap around his bare hips. Holding
me in place, he grabbed hold of my thigh, squeezing as if he meant to crush me.
    Suddenly, both hands took hold of
my hips in a devastating grip, lifting me up. My body pressed flush against
his, both my legs wrapped around him.
    With one hand, he easily held me up
as the other rose to the back of my neck, urging me to look at him. “I love you,
Lianna.” As he spoke Damien brought me down against him. Though I tried, I
could not speak.
    As his eyes clinched shut, his
forehead pressed to mine. A groan so deep it