A Touch of Darkness

Chapter 30

Opening the door to my apartment,  Damien on my heels as we walked in.  His fingers trailing up and down my back as I tried to focus.  My face falling taking in the area, everything was destroyed from when Claude escaped the silver chains the first time.  

The one couch was flipped over, all my books that once sat neatly on the shelf against the farthest wall were now torn to shred scattered on the carpet.

"I need a shower" Looking away from the mess I'll tackle tomorrow.  Right now, I just wanted to wash the entire memory of last night, and the nights before I ended up in the hell hole.

Damien remained silent.  His eyes following me as I swiftly walked into my room, frowning to see the bed ripped to pieces.  Shreds of fabric and stuffing from the bed looking like a tornado ran through here.

Pulling my shirt over my head, glancing behind my shoulder to see Damien's eyes looking me up and down, giving him a small smile as I closed the door behind me.

Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I'm surprised no one could smell us a mile away, the reeked of blood and grime.  Looking myself in the broken mirror.  My hair was a tangled mess. Blue eyes, though looked fine.  I could see the exhaustion.  Blood had managed to stain my skin from seeping through my clothes.

I'm a wreck.

Cranking the water to scolding hot.  Stepping in to the heavy stream.  The hot steam fogging the glass sliding doors.  Closing my eyes as the beads of water washed over my face.  All of my muscles felt tense, ready to spring into attack.

Splaying my hands on the shower wall beneath the spout.  Letting my head fall.  Blood and dirt turning the water at my feet to a mucky brown.

The sliding doors slid beside me, standing upright immediately.

Large hands massaging into my shoulders. I could feel his lips moving to the back of my neck, craning to his touch.  Those perfect fingers easing every knot making my body go slack.  Moaning softly under his hands.  His went body against my back leaving no space between us.

His hands left me, making my face fall.  Why would he stop? 

The sudden sound of a bottle squeezing out one of my soaps. His hands returned to my head, rubbing his fingers deep into my scalp.  Lathering it with my favorite lavender shampoo.  Tilting my head back from the water.  Soap wouldn't affect me, but would be annoying.

Dropping my hands, turning around to face Damien, I couldn't read his eyes.  There was so many emotions going through them.  Sliding my hands up his slick chest, his fingers never slowing.  Closing my eyes as he gently pulled my hair back, rinsing the suds.  Running his fingers through my locks until they stopped tangling and ran through smoothly.

His hands with speed squeezed another soap bottle.

His lathered hands moving up and down and against every muscle. His sliding hands massaged their way to my sides.  Opening my eyes, at the growing hardness against my lower belly.  His darken amber eyes watching my face as his skilled hands moved achingly slow up my soft stomach to my breasts.  

"Damien" Moaning out as each hand gave the perfect amount of attention.

My body becoming alive with his heated touch.  His lustful gaze boring into my eyes as one of his slick hands slid down past my stomach.  

A whimper leaving my lips, gripping his his back. Dropping my head as his fingers teased my entrance.  Bucking my hips into his palm for more friction.  Pooling with want under his touch.