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With his other hand, Damon began to trace lines on my back. They were lines that pulled up my shirt as they advanced. The faint contact his fingers had against my skin and the painfully unhurried kiss made me realize what Damon meant by his words.

Fear gripped me suddenly and I broke the kiss. My stare into Damon’s eyes intensified and I saw that look… the very one I saw the day I cuffed him to a chair as a way of spicing things up. That very look told me that Damon considered our erotic moments to be something more intimate.

Gulping hard, the fingers on my right hand began to feel sweaty and my joints seemed to freeze.

“Hey…” Damon called gently, his dark eyes glistening with more desire in that illuminated room. I was still gripped by slight terror when he planted a kiss on my exposed collarbone. Looking right at me after, he asked, “What is wrong?”

“Uh…” My gaze quickly darted toward the huge ass painting in the room. “Nothing.”

The hold he had against the back of my he
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