His Best Friends Daughter- BK1 TPBS 1st draft

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Anna woke again in Damon's bed wondering if she could swap his bed with the one in her room. Her stomach growled as she lay there looking at the ceiling and she realised that she hadn't eaten in a while. Her body protested as she made her way off the bed.

Damon walked through the door at that point carrying a bundle of her clothes. Her clothes!

"I see you're awake. I'll just put these away while you freshen up then we'll go down for breakfast."

She stayed quiet for as long as she could but her mind was racing eith a million thoughts pounding there way through. Damon stopped at the door of the closet and looked at her.

"Anna, love" his voice soft, calm... controlling "you can speak unless I tell you not to,  is that clear?... Anna?"

"Why are you moving my clothes into here?"

"This is where you're staying from now on. " He could see her about to protest and raised his had for her to stop. Seeing her flinch at his action pissed him off. "This is not something you can change my love so don't waste either of our times by trying."

Inwardly he chuckled at his little firecracker getting ready to explode before he doused the flame on the fuse. God she was beautiful... and all his. He felt the stirrings in his groin and continued to walk into the closet. Putting her clothes down he took a moment to take a deep breath.

Worst fuckin decision ever. He was swamped with her smell. The perfumes, the powders, the... everything. Fuck. He needed her badly and now was not the time. Ducking his head out side the closet he saw her jump at his sudden appeaeance.

"Ok. I'll be a few minutes. Lie down and sleep for a while."

'I could help..."

"NO!" he coughed "no... you rest. You had a tough night. I'll take care of this and then we'll go down for breakfast and we can talk." she was about to protest "That wasn't a request Anna."

"Yes Damon."

He could hear her mumbling as he stood with a hand against the wall to the side of the door he released himself from his pants to take himself in hand. 'Oh fuck' he whispered as the onslaught of smells and the pumping action of his hand consumed the animalistic lust inside him.

He wanted her. He wanted to slide himself into her warm, wet centre and with a final firm grip downwards he found his release with the knowledge that he would soon get to do that.

Anna giggled into the pillow and wondered... should she tell him he was loud?