I walked home from the shaman’s tent was peaceful, Damon disappear a while ago; I still feel presences watching me but not in a weird way as protection. Well speak of the devil:

“I am still waiting for that bedroom window” he whispered into my ear as I shivered. “Where is your prince on a motorcycle?”

“he moved on” I whispered as I walked on with him following me.

“Don’t they all” he laughed as if to tempted me which made me rolled my eyes. “Speaking of moving on, I have to go; I am hungry and you are not giving me any” he winked at me “unless you wanted an amazing tumble in the sheets or the grass” moving behind me, letting his breath whiff against the back of my neck.

“for a piece of my soul” I looked at him and stopped in my tracks as his eyes became darkened, I backed away from his darkened eyes but he approached me softly as if not to scare me away.

“I wish not to hurt you” he seemed to struggle to word it “but I am starving and I can’t get your scent from my nose, I need to leave” he moved closer to me as he laying his hand on my cheek “I respect you and I wish you life” his face was itches from as his head leaned against my forehead.

With that he kissed me, it was just lust, just pure uninterrupted lust that filled my belly with uncertain tightening and left me flushed in wet acknowledgment; I pulled my unwilling body from his muscle sculpture then back up against a tree. His glowing eyes graced my hot melting body as he whispered:

“just one for the road” he smirk as his eyes undressed my body and my head began to swirl.

“yes that was one” I placed my fingers against my lips and nodded breathlessly

“bye, my love” just like that he was gone but as he vanished I felt a tightening in my belly, I held onto the tree; trying to control my thrusting hips and swallow moans as I moaned aloud, couldn't control it and i fell to my knees heaving when I heard a soft chuckling fading away.

….

I walked into my father’s office, which I turned into mine; noticing there were presences and just thought it was Mil but as I turned around. There he sat in my father’s old leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand and cold look in his eye. He stared at me for the longest time, not saying a word; I watched him move the glass to his lips as his eyes found mine just above the amber liquid.

“You have a thing for sitting in another person’s office in complete silence,” I said, turning as I took my gloves off. He remained silent but I didn’t notice him come right up behind me.

He pushed my hoodie off my head and removed dark sunglasses as he tilted his head “will you?” he asked in that most deep velvety voice my dreams were made of.

I tried to whisper as loudly as my body would allow in its current position.

“yes….”

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