He moves his mouth up the side of my neck until I can feel his breathe on my lips "Call me Damien my love, I am no King to you." He says against my lips. "One thing is right about that" I say my hand inching toward the door handle. "You are no King of mine" -------------- 22 year old Orabelle has been on the run from...
She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, an...