DAMON.
She had an insane hold over me, one I couldn't shake off even if I tried to. One I didn't even want to shake off. I wanted it to remain, the slow obsessive and possessive build up that seemed to combust whenever there was a trigger for it.
We were standing in the middle of the bathroom. I got the bath ready and walked back to her.
My lips glided over hers, arms tightening around her waist as I pulled her in. Her soft moan floated into my ears as she tugged at my t-shirt.
Pulling away was an herculean task but I did it anyway. She whined while still holding onto my shirt and I laughed before kissing the top of her head. "I need to clean you up."
"We can always do that later," She whispered, her fingers digging into my shirt.
"You know I can't resist you, Iris." I closed my e
