Take The Risk

"I'll go tell Maggie to get started with the food," Harry says and leaves too, still looking down at his phone. Damon's smile starts growing as soon as we're alone.

He gets up from the couch and walks towards me very slowly and menacingly, acting like a predator about to strike.

To be honest, he doesn’t even have to act. I think most of me is still genuinely scared of him. My heart is pumping with fear and adrenaline... but also with excitement and a sense of: fucking finally.

"Finally," he says, as if he’s reading my mind, right before grabbing my face to attack me and devour my lips with no fucking warning. I let out a surprised moan against his mouth, but I don’t move away.

Damon takes a few more steps, making me walk backwards.

Before I know it, he has me pinned against the glass staircase and he’s demanding my tongue. I can’t do anything but give it to him and let him kiss me as much as he wants.

It feels so good to have him feasting on me as if he can’t get enough of