Homecoming

Damon

“But how?” she asks.

“Well, you shouldn't have powers here on Earth, but obviously, you do. Emotion is your trigger, and we can help you learn to control it. You're family, Misha.” She tries to argue with him, but he cuts her off, “You are family once you choose to accept it.”

Misha sighs, “It could be a long time.”

My father chuckles because, during this exchange, Misha has made her way beside me. Not only that, but she's resting a hand on my shoulder as she talks to my father. Her touch feels amazing, and I don't dare let her know that she's touching me. Oh, but how I can't wait to fully experience her touch and soft, silky skin as I kiss her.

My father smirks, “Something tells me it won't be very long.” That cocky fucker! She looks and notices our proximity. She jumps back. I know I don't dare try to grab her, but that's all I truly want to do. I want to pull her close and never let her go, instead, I grab her hand. I sandwich her hand between mine.

“Misha, it's okay. Everything will be fine. Whatever you're comfortable with I will abide by.

Do you believe me?”

She locks eyes with me. That's when I feel it. I feel my soul merge with hers. She's mine, and l'm hers, even if she doesn't know it yet! “Yes,” she says breathlessly as she inches closer.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she gasped as our lips touched as she said that. She's so soft and smells oh so sweet.

It's pure energy, pure desire radiating off of her, and l'm sure myself as well. I've never wanted a woman as much as I need and want her. I run my fingers through her hair. Her lips gape inviting me in. We both moan as our tongues taste and explore. So, l deepen the kiss. I kiss her like I'd die without her because I know I would. I take her in. I claim her breath because, after all, she was holding it for me all this time.

I know she's feeling this too. She presses against me, and I sit her on my lap and wrap my arms around her. All while never daring to break the kiss. She is my goddess and my queen. Finally, we moan as we break the kiss. She's breathless and her lips are swollen. She's perfect. She rests her forehead against mine. “Wow!” she exclaims, as I answer with a soft smile because I don't want to risk her becoming embarrassed and bolting.

“Yes, my Queen, and if you allow it, it will only become more amazing.” I yearn to feel every inch of her, but I must allow her control, at least for now. Soon, I will have her in every imaginable way.

“Really?” she asks bashfully.

“Yes.”

She gets a naughty glint in her eyes, “Prove it!”

Ana laughs, “You both had better thank me.”

We both look at Ana and say, “Thanks, now fuck off!” My father and Ana laugh.

Misha touches my face, “Kiss me.”