Page 60 of Deathless & Divided

CHAPTER EIGHT

Damian’s fingertips came in contact with Lily’s lips and she jumped the moment he touched her. The simple action sent a lightning bolt of want and heat coursing through her entire body. The ache between her thighs increased as the tingling in her lips spread to her tongue.

Without a word, Damian leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to Lily’s mouth. He didn’t claim her mouth with the furious, demanding strikes of his tongue like the first time. His teeth didn’t tug and bite on her bottom lip like before, either.

No, he just … kissed her.

Soft and sweet.

Gentle and quick.

When he pulled away, Lily’s tongue darted out to draw the taste of him into her mouth again.

Damian’s eyes darkened. “Every time you do that, lick your fucking lips, it makes me want to give you something to taste, Lily.”

She knew better than to poke at a monster when he was showing himself, but Lily couldn’t help it. “Does it?”

“Mmm, and I bet you would like that, too.”

Lily shuddered. From the tips of her toes in her pumps all the way up to her goddamn shoulders, she felt the promise lacing his words crawl over her skin and body with damning intent.

Damian stepped back from Lily and offered her his hand. “Get down from there and I will get you home so you can change out of that dress. You’ve probably got wine stains all over your skin, now.”

Her mind went to the dirtiest place possible. A place where his tongue, mouth, and lips cleaned all those wine stains off. Damian wasn’t even trying and already Lily was second-guessing what she thought she wanted.

Would a marriage with this sexy, dangerous man be such a bad thing? If he wanted her and would treat her like she mattered to him, what more could she want? Lily hadn’t been given much of a choice regarding who Dino picked for her to marry, but she was starting to think if he had, Damian might have made the top of her list.

Lily slid off the counter and fixed her dress just in time. The bathroom door swung open to expose a frowning Evelina.

“There you are,” her friend said.

Evelina didn’t act like the close proximity between Lily and Damian was anything unusual. She barely gave Lily’s obviously mussed hair, wrinkled dress, and smeared lipstick a once-over as she stepped inside the bathroom and let the door close.

“I wanted to see if you would like some company tonight,” Evelina said to Lily. “You know, bitch about your in-laws with someone or whatever.”

Damian snorted. “Careful, Serena’s ears burn when you talk about her.”

Evelina shrugged. “I hope they fucking fall off. She was awful today.”

“I don’t care about that woman,” Lily said.

She meant it, too.

“She was awful,” Damian agreed. “I’m sure if Laurent doesn’t put her in line, Terrance will. Serena knows her place, even if she didn’t act like it today.”

“Someone ought to take her damn wine away,” Evelina muttered, shooting Lily an apologetic look.

“Hard to believe you’re related to her,” Lily said to her friend.

“Damian is, too.”

“Imagine, Tommas, Lea, and Cara came from her,” Damian added.

That had to be fucking impossible. Those three were nothing like their mother. Actually, they were nothing like their father, either. Well, what Lily knew of the Rossi twins. It wasn’t a lot, but she doubted they were as awful as their mother. Especially if Damian talked about them with fondness.

“Anyway, when I noticed Damian’s car was still in the parking lot, I came looking for you.” Evelina smiled brightly. “I couldn’t help but follow the blood drops this way. Found you in here … together.”

Yeah, there it was.