226: Falling Apart

Damien kisses Amelia goodbye and gets straight back to work.

His words scared her earlier and he vehemently wishes that he could take them back. The last thing he wants is to worry her. It'll only exacerbate her restlessness. He knows she's anxious about this situation and he doesn't blame her, this hasn't been easy on anyone. It's going to get worse, he's certain of it. And there's still a lot he doesn't know.

Since he couldn't take back what he said, he did what he could to relax her. He rolled up her dress and ate his way to her heart. He had her moaning his name and writhing in his chair. Her legs shook violently and she fought desperately to muffle her moans. He tasted every inch of her and relished in the familiarity of tonguing her sweet folds. He took his sweet time and he enjoyed every minute of it. For a moment, he forgot that his own blood had stabbed him in the back, that he was slowly dying on the inside. When he was done with her, she didn't mention any of it again. She