Sunlight invaded my eyes when I made the mistake of opening them. I quickly shut them again, squinting against it. Something brushed against my cheek, along my jaw line and landed on my lips. I cracked open an eyelid, smiling under the tip of his finger before pressing a kiss against it.
"I was so afraid that I was going to lose you Acacia." He spoke softly, as if he spoke any louder, I would vanish in a puff of smoke.
"I'm a big girl. I'm a lot stronger than you think." I said, inhaling a sharp breath as I attempted to sit up, the bandages on my side pulling against my skin.
He placed a hand on the small of my back and the other on my thigh to help me ease into a sitting position. "Oh, I know. You proved that with that move you pulled when you shoved a shovel through that witch's chest."
Furrowing my brows, I looked down at my hands, "How the hell did I even accomplish that?"
Laying his hands on top of mine, he intertwined his fingers with mine, "I would assume that the anger you had and the adrenaline building up from being wounded somehow tapped into the little bit of demon dna you have inside you, affording you the momentary strength to do that."
"Wait..." I whispered, raising my eyes to meet his, "Is that how I survived our...?"
That gorgeous smile spread across his lips, "I had a bit of an idea that you may have had some tiny bit of demon DNA when you did not incinerate from the inside out."
I playfully slapped him on his arm, "Why didn't you freaking tell me, you jerk?"
He caught my hand and raised it to his lips, placing a kiss against the pulse on the underside of my wrist. "Because I did not think that it was enough that it was worth mentioning, nor enough that a witch would be willing to sell her soul to get to it."
"Lucky me." I muttered, rolling my eyes.
Hooking a finger under my chin, Dominic tilted it up and lowered his lips to mine. Before they met, he whispered gently against them, "No my love, lucky me." We tumbled onto the bed, showing each other just how lucky we both were.
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Cupcakes, Curves and Don't Forget Demons
ParanormalAcacia really only cares about cupcakes. Whether it's admiring them, baking them, or eating them. Her little corner cupcakery is her life and she is perfectly fine with that. That is, until fiery hot, tall, dark and scary strides through it's doors...
