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“Right.” He says awkwardly, but not giving me the answer I’ve been wanting all along.

His response sets me off.

Why is he still refusing to address what we may or may not have?

Why is he blatantly avoiding having this conversation with me?

“So, again, what are you doing here?” I say angrily.

“I wanted to see you. I needed to see you.” His gaze makes its way down my body, landing on my ankle. “Have you had your ankle looked at yet?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head back and forth. “Don’t pretend that you care about me or my well-being.”

He lets out a deep, guttural growl. “Don’t say that.”

I channel my inner Mara. Now is as good of a time to air all the grievances that I’ve been keeping inside.

After the shitty night that today has turned into, why not?

“Why keep pretending that you really care? Why keep stringing me along and giving me hope we want the same thing for our relationship? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I take a deep breath and finish my thoughts. “I should be having the time of my life right now like my peers are before I have to face reality and get a job and pay bills. I shouldn’t be questioning the state of my hot and cold relationship when it is so new.”

“I-” He begins, but stops abruptly.

Does he seriously not have anything to say to me?

Does he not have any more excuses, thoughts, or concerns?

“Did the Cape mean nothing to you? Was it all fun and games? Did you only say you loved me because you were afraid that your fun would be over so soon, and we would have an awkward goodbye?”

My throat swells with emotion. It’s tight like a ball is wedged inside.

I don’t realize I am crying until he pulls me into his arms and swipes away the tears with his thumb.

“Shh.” He whispers in my ear. “I do love you. I care about you so much. My emotions are all over the place. I never expected to see you so soon after the break, especially as one of my students, but I promise I will do better. This is all new to me.”

His lips brush against my damp cheeks as he kisses the tears and sadness away. After several long moments of resisting, I finally give into what my heart and body crave.

This kiss is hard and fast. It is the passion we both need. Not caring who might be around or who might see, we just give into one another.

It’s what I’ve been waiting all week for.

His tongue duels with mine, and I let out a throaty moan.

My nipples harden as his erection grows and pushes against my lower stomach, causing my core to clench.

“More.” I beg against his lips.

His hands snake around my waist and caress my ass. Giving my ass a squeeze, he picks me up and claims the armless lounge chair I was previously sitting on.

My hips gyrate on their own as my core lines up with his erection. Damien’s moan eggs me on, making me want to give in further to our passion.

Leaning down, he raises his head to kiss me, but I press my breasts against his chest, dragging them up to his chin.

He lets out a groan. “The things you do to me.”

I lean down and finally give him the kiss he wants. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, preventing me from sitting up and breaking the kiss.

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