"He has no fucking right to fucking touch you!" "You can't tell me who I can and cannot hang out with" He finally stopped pacing around the room and looked angrily at her. "You're mine, doll. Mine!" She stood up, staring at him with the same emotion. No one was going to claim her without her permission. And no one tells Kate what to do. There was little space between them as she whispered in his face. "I don't belong to you, Damien. Not you, not anyone! You have no shitty trademark on me!" She expected him to flare up, act like a mad man again. To say she was surprised by his next actions was an understatement. "Then I'll just put my mark on you, Katherine" his hands went in her hair as his eyes searched hers. And as if he had gotten his answer, he pulled her hair back and captured her lips with his. -------------------------------------------------- He's the ice and she's his little spark. But when then there's so much fire, the ice melts away, and when there's a lot of water, the fire dies down. It's different throws from the left, right and centre. ~SHADES~ All rights reserved.