Date = 22 November
My first time. Another date to remember.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV – Melaena
“f**k,” he breathes, the word drags out like a confession he didn’t mean to make.
The sound goes straight through me — down my spine, into my knees, which briefly consider giving up on their job altogether. The room feels too small suddenly, like the walls have leaned in to watch. The air is thick, warm, buzzing, as if even the dust motes are holding their breath.
Damion’s lips are full and soft, but his kiss is desperate and eager as if he is struggling with something — something inside himself. He nibbles my bottom lip and takes the gap to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I feel hot all the way to my toes … and back up. Hot at all the horny spots along
