Back At It

I grab Damon’s face and I kiss him all over that gorgeous face that has haunted me for years and years.

I kiss his slightly rough cheeks, his pretty nose, his soft lips, his chiseled jaw. He's so fucking beautiful, it blows my mind. I still think he belongs in a painting… one of Lucifer or something.

He looks like an angel. A dark one.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," I admit in a whisper, feeling so fucking hot all of a sudden. I swear, I turn into a man around Damon. No brains, all need, "Against my common sense... I want you so much. I feel ashamed of it, but it's undeniable."

Damon gives me his evil smile.

“That’s the most romantic thing you could say to me. I love that you hate to want me,” he admits and then pounces on me, making me shriek in real horror… until I feel his big, warm body on top of me.

“You said you don’t want to fuck, but could I convince you of something else?” He asks with a naughty grin.

I wish I could be a bad bitch and deny hi