I was on high, if cloud nine was a person it was Damon. He makes me feel things I never thought was possible.
"I love kissing you." He said in between our kisses, I keep smiling and giggling like a teenager, this was my first time, I didn't know how to react. "Malysh you make my heart beat fast." He said in a low tone, I suddenly felt wet down there.
Damn it.
He wasn't wearing anything but his pants, his suit came flying off somewhere in the room, he trailed my neck with his kisses, stopping in the middle of my breasts, I threw my head back, clenching my thighs. Before I could feel more, he stopped.
I'm asking you again, are you sure?" He pulled my head close to his, our faces were inches away from each other. "Yes, I'm sure." I nodded, instead of continuing, he frowned at me.
"I want you to understand, that if I cross that line, I can never go back. I'll keep wanting you Missy, more than you could imagine. I'll wake you up with kisses from places that will make you squirm and scream my name, I'll keep you up at night, and in the morning you'll feel sore. I won't be able to stop myself. So I'm asking you. Are. You. Sure?" He asked through gritted teeth. I could feel the tension, and threat from his voice, making me shiver under his touch. This was a different Damon.
BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES
*this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone*
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"Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank.
As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here?
"You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!"
Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped.
Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body.
"I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair.
Our lips were almost touching.
I suddenly can't breathe.
"You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."