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"Something about you I can't get enough" he texted himself, "and I don't think I ever will."
The buttons unfolded, her eyes lingering before closing into nothingness when she felt the warm touch of his palm across the searing skin of her exposed back.
"This is your last chance to leave by yourself," He whispered, nuzzling his nose to her cheeks, fearing that she would become terrified and flee on her own if she didn't want it.
He didn't want her to regret it. He wants it to be so exceptional that she could feel it in every blood vessel in her body. Even though she wanted to forget about tonight, she couldn't. Yes. He plans to carve it into every cell of her body.
"No," she shook her head, her body quivering violently as she gripped his collar to avoid tumbling.
"I will not." she said, her straight gaze finally elevating to meet him, and she knew she saw something change.
He showed her something firm and resolute, instead of soft and warm like he always did.
"See you're trembling again." Running his hands through her arm, he spotted her nodding. "I know," she agreed.
"You have been pretending to be bold, but you're shaking nervously." His hands came to a halt over hers, clutching them tightly, and he traced circles around it, staring at it.
"Your hands are sweaty. Do you think you're going to be okay if this goes on?" his gaze returned to her.
"You saying this makes me feel as if you're the one who is not ready, not me." His breath was rigged, like if he were fighting an invisible Damon within himself. His eyes focus on her statement as he jerks her body against him.
Do you think I don't? "I can do this right now." As much as he tries to ignore the fact that her words are tugging on the last button of his patience, the thread is weakening with each word she says.
"Aren't I correct? Just say you don't want me."
With a sudden movement, she draws him for her eyes by holding his collar, subsequently pushing him back with a tiny nudge to his chest, but she doesn't take her hand away from him as he pushes his hand to wrap it around hers that were still latched to his body.
"I don't want you?" His brow furrowed; "Don't make a joke," he demanded, his eyes unwavering in their perplexity.
"I wanted you the day you set those foot in this house for the first time, I wanted you the day I touched your lips, since the day I came in touch with that feverish body you have, the day I got so curious about you, my every breath wanted you, and will want you to the last breath."
