A Touch of Darkness

Chapter 15

Damien's heavy even breathing seemed to echo around the dark room,  Maggie set me down a change of clothes on the night stand before entering her side room and had Damien lock the door, to at least give us some protection.  

We had hours before dawn.  But I just wanted to wait for it patiently so I could at least sleep and not have to suffer in this unbearable silence.

I knew he wasn't sleeping, his body would flinch toward me occasionally as I kept my back to him.  I hate being cold toward him but I couldn't face him.  Why did she have to explain to Damien what must happen for me turn him? She knew how against it I was.

"Are you just going to give me the silent treatment or are you ready to be adults?" Damien Shifted beside me.

Keeping my cool back to him, staying silent.

"You can at least change out of your clothes, you can't be comfortable"

He was right, but he didn't need to know that.  These jeans were too confining and hoodie had stained been stained with Damien's blood.

Huffing angrily, snatching the clothes off the night stand. 

I walked far enough away where I knew he couldn't see me.  But I watched his eyes search for me.  His nose flared in annoyance.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Gripping his hair.  "It's driving me nuts"

Damien's head turned in my direction trying to see me as I pulled the hoodie over my head.  Pulling the rest of my clothes off slowly.  There was something about being so exposed to him but him still unable to see me.  Chills flooded me, against my brain that tried to fight the sudden heat the engulfed me.  Setting the fresh clothes at my feet.

"You have to talk to me.  We don't have to talk about 'turning me'.  But stop ignoring me!" 

With feather light steps, I circled near the bed,  his eyes still unable to see me.  His heart beat began racing though.  The light scent of perspiration coming off of his body.  Subconsciously he knew I was near.

Inching closer. Grabbing the foot of the bed leaning forward curiously.  His chest began heaving up and down quicker now. 

"I know you're close"   His eyes desperately scanning the area.  

Stepping closer around to his left.  Dragging my finger across the railing.  His head snapped in my direction but still unable to find me. Dancing my fingers across his chest.

His hand flexed out toward me, I fought the urge to meet him.  Crouching down with stealth, his hand inches from my face as it dangled off the bed.  

Placing a feather light kiss on the tips of his fingers.  His body shot upward staring at my direction.  His arms reached out to me, but I ducked down swiftly, rolling with ease beneath the bed before popping up on the other side.

"Stop playing around!" Huffing out, bringing his hands to his palms.  

His body hunched as I walked back to the end of the bed, grabbing his wrists softly pulling them away from his face, leaning close enough his eyes could make out my features.  His heart beating erratically now.  Thumping like a dinner bell that, licking my lips as I placed my hand over his chest, pushing him down with little force.

Crawling over him, his hands grasping my hips.  His eyes grew wide feeling my bare skin.  Hooking my fingers over his head, Damien's arms raised over his head with eagerness as I pulled the t-shirt off.  His found my waist as I straddled his hips.

Tilting my head to the side as I drank in every detail of his bare chest, the light dark hair that thinned down to a trail that lead below his jeans.