Nothing but a Heated Moment

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WARNING- This chapter contains sexual content!!
Quick message-- Hii here is another chapter(: I'm sorry it took so long, I've just been so busy with school but I finally graduated high school this week yayy!! Sooo I will try to upload a new chapter every Sunday now. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter(:
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I woke up in such a awkward position. My legs were wrapped around Damien's waist tightly as we both were cramped in his office chair. I could see the sun starting to rise and I realized I only had slept for a couple of hours. A snore for Damien made me laugh lightly as I stared up at him. His olive skin stood out against my brown hands and legs and I couldn't help but stare in wonder. He was so beautiful and it still amazed me that he was my mate. Damien was the full package of muscles and charisma. I loved everything about him. He definitely had fleeky eyebrows any girl would die for and a perfect nose that most had to contour to get. My eyes travels down to his long curly eyelashes and I couldn't help but be jealous. But what captured me the most was his ever changing eyes, his chiseled jaw which was covered by a very sexy stubble, and his very pink and full lips. I was really beginning to think there was no way he had lived for a century. But the little things like the crinkles by his eyes and his eyes that held years of experience, I knew he'd lived longer than a usual lifetime. My thoughts were brought to an abrupt stop when I felt my temperature rise again. A moan left my mouth as my head fell in the crook of Damien's neck and I moved around with discomfort. I felt Damien's form move as his hands gripped my hips.

"Jass calm down and go back to sleep" He said he a raspy voice which just seem to intensify the burning sensation I was feeling.

"O-okay" I stuttered out as I felt the new familiar of warmth and wetness in my center. I held my breath hoping he wouldn't notice my change but luck was never on my side. Damien eyes popped open with a sigh which made me feel bad for waking him up.

"I'm sorry" I said as my ears began to get hot from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize I know you're in a lot of discomfort it's okay." He said sweetly kissing my forehead which only sent shivers through my body.

"You can go back to sleep I know you're tired" I spoke softly sticking my head back in the crook of his neck moaning as he rubbed my hips.

"Here take off your pants or shirt. I won't do anything i promise it's just that skin to skin contact will help with your heat ." I lifted my head starring into his eyes knowing he was telling the truth. I rose from his chair slipping my leggings off watching Damien's eyes follow my every movement.

"Come here it's okay." He said grabbing my hand. I climbed back into my original position and a sigh of relief came out as Damien's cold hands touched my thighs.

"You're really cold but it's okay it feels good" I said against his chest.

" it's because my body changes it temperature whenever you're in need" I was pretty shocked by that but I couldn't reply as my body was finally calming down and I felt drowsy again.
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It felt as though my eyes were only closed for a minute when I suddenly felt my pocket vibrating rapidly. I groaned in anger while grabbing it. The screen read "Maman" making my anger turn to happiness in seconds.

"Salut maman tu me manques tellement (Hi! Mommy I miss you so much)"

"Ma petite fille tu me manques encore plus! Qu'est-ce que tu fais. (My baby girl, I miss you more! What are you up to?".

"Maman, je suis gentille avec ce type avec qui je suis en train de sortir.(mommy I'm kind of with this guy I'm dating?" I stated to her as more of a question.

" Mon amour, vous avez un petit ami! Oh pablo, notre bébé a un petit ami! ( my love you have a boyfriend! Oh Pablo come our baby has a boyfriend." I felt my cheeks get hot at my mom's comment and it didn't help that Damien's eyes were now opened and he was starring at me.

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