Damien’s POV
Daylight pours through the half-open blinds that I forgot to close properly last night. In fact, I was so consumed by Vivi, I didn’t even lock up the house or turn off the lights downstairs. My fingers run through her silky hair, carefully untangling the knots I made.
We found each other twice more in the night and I cannot get enough of her. Her scent, her soft skin, her tight, hot p***y, her responsive body.
I want her in every way possible and every damn day. Where did this little English Vivi come from, with her magical s*x dust and banging body that sends me out of my mind with need for her?
If she’s Tinkerbell, then I’m her Peter Pan for sure. s**t, what am I even talking about?
After last night, I know there’s no going back, though. Her eyes flutter open, the deep
