Damien and Juliet (ON HOLD)

C18| Mi dispiace

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Sorry for the delay in an upload! I've been super busy with final exams and such! I do hope you enjoy this chapter though and don't forget to leave a little vote and comment :)

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Ashley Benson (gif) as Juliet Porter

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C18

"Ready?" Damien asked softly, gently caressing my face with his hands after moving his body so he was sitting in front of me once again.

I gazed into his eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to ignore the fire burning along my shoulder blade while I also tried not to think about my bare chest.

Then, despite the pain coursing throughout my body, I nodded and pressed my head into his neck, closing my eyes tightly as I breathed in his familiar, delicious scent. Without warning, he did the same, inhaling deeply as he brushed my hair away.

"It'll hurt for a moment but after you should feel stronger. The claim won't completely heal you, but it should... it should stop the pain," he murmured, gliding his fingers along my neck. I shivered at the touch, smiling when I felt his lips gently press against my skin.

Abruptly, he pulled back, prompting me to pull back too. Before I could ask what was wrong, he gently touched my cheek and pressed his lips against my own, kissing me gently, yet passionately.

All too soon it was over and again, his mouth moved to my neck but this time he didn't hesitate and I felt his teeth graze my skin before digging in.

When the pain erupted throughout my body, I cried out and, with my uninjured hand, I squeezed his bicep to alleviate the agony I felt. After what felt like hours, his teeth retracted and he gently started sucking on the mark he'd left, the burning sensation quickly becoming pleasurable.

"Damien," I moaned, my head growing light as he gently flicked his tongue over the wound I could practically feel closing up. I already felt stronger and as he drew back, my eyes fluttered open.

"Here," he pressed my discarded shirt against my neck and quietly wiped away the blood there while he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. "I'd give you my own but-" he looked down to his bare chest with a slight frown.

At the gesture, I burst into laughter, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of our situation. After a few moments of my seemingly endless streams of giggles, Damien started chuckling too as he gazed tenderly at me, running his long, thin fingers through his messy hair.

"If someone saw us right now, we'd probably be thrown in a mental institution," I giggled, blinking away the tears of laughter.

"Probably," Damien affectionately agreed before sighing softly. "We should get back to the compound. Can you move?" he asked and after a moment of consideration I nodded, glancing down at my bruised arm.

"I think so," I murmured, wincing as I straightened up, keeping my uninjured arm over my breasts. Damien nimbly jumped over the centre console and into the driver's seat, turning back to face me to help me get over if I needed it.

Using my legs, I tried to shuffle into the front seat and with Damien's gentle guidance, I managed.

"Thanks," I muttered with a blush, making sure my slowly healing shoulder blade wasn't pressed against the seat. Damien then touched my upper arm, silently prompting me to turn my back to him so he could inspect the wound.