There was a moment where seeing those eyes in the tan of his face was breathtaking, then Damian's fingers dug into my leg. If we could get him into a closet, maybe. I'd started carrying extra ammo in a thigh holder, but the Browning was on that thigh. Who did you have in mind? Requiem told me of the amount of blood you lost last night, ma petite.
He looked up at me, and there was something in his eyes, some demand, something he wanted me to say, or do, but I didn't know what. That power that he called his beast came at my touch. Make love to me, he whispered and started to lean in for a kiss. He frowned.
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