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Damon

Isabella was changing for the better. Her heart was getting stronger and would soon become a force to be reckoned with. She needed to be fine with authorizing the death of one or two. She needed to get used to seeing blood and death. I was sure she would be used to it soon, but taking her anywhere near Avalia was a mistake.

But I didn't want to leave. The promise of having Isabella beneath me felt more important than saving her friends, but again, I gave my word and I would fulfill it. I stepped towards her and gathered her smaller frame into my arms before kissing her full on the lips. She responded in the most delicious manner as her arms snaked around my neck. Her sweet little mouth opened up even before I thought to ask.

Her tongue met mine, and we both groaned into the kiss. We danced instead of fighting for dominance, but she was submissive, letting my tongue take the lead, searching her mouth, drilling it into her mind that her mouth was mine and so was the rest of her