CHAPTER 21: Emily

The thought of leaving him tugs at my heart in a tight pain.

“Fuck!” I hear Damian groan from behind me.

“What?” I ask, turning around.

“You look fine in that dress, like damn hot, and you’re wearing those damn shoes again”

“What?” I feel my face screw up.

“Those red heels” he says, pointing to my feet. “You were wearing them at the airport. The day I met you”

I can’t believe he remembers what I was wearing on my feet that day.

“I was?” I ask obviously surprised.

“Yes, you were. I want to see you wearing nothing but those shoes one day” he says seductively, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re fucking beautiful” he growled, still holding himself back. “Your skin, it just ... drinks up the light”

I smile and say nothing. Instead, I stepped up to him, pulling his face down to mine, his mouth down to mine, his willing and ready tongue down to mine.

He seizes me greedily, his hands digging into my flesh, his hips pressing an iron length