10 - Hellfire and Heaven

~Gemma~

I nicked my lip on a sharp point. “Can you put those away? There’s an art to kissing when fangs are involved.”

“Yes. And you are so very talented at it.” Damon winked, his fangs in tact.

I squealed like a nervous virgin when he crudely yanked my dress over my head. “Okay, buddy! Clothing is fair game.” I fussed with removing his shirt. “So many buttons! I hate your fancy clothes.”

His dark brown hair, almost black, fell in the most flattering way across his forehead. His chest, although needing a tad sun, might have been sculpted from marble. “Little dove, are you ogling me?”

“Uh-huh,” I managed to form the words. I touched his chest to see if the muscles were real. You’d think I’d be over this obsession by now. I’ve seen the show before. However, it didn’t stop me from being a repeat customer.

“Truly. I am flattered by your ad