Chapter 69
My hands fisted on his shirt and pulled him closer. I was tiptoeing and molding my body to his hard, big chest. I wanted to kill him and kiss him at the same time. I wanted the heat of his body and the coldness of his corpse. I wanted to see his hands lifeless but I also ached for his touch. I wanted and hated him at the same time. I wanted him dead and alive at the same time.
"No... Dam... I would kill you! Stop! Now!"
"You sure about that, baby?" He teasingly whispered against my ear. When did Damien Ozera learn how to tease?
"I am!" I urged, convincing myself that I wanted to stop even if my hands were still gripping his shirt.
Always the obedient Damien Ozera, he stopped kissing my neck and pulled away. He was about to take a step back but my fisted hands on his shirt p
