The Beast And The Blessed
Damien's black eyes scanned over my face, and I licked my lips, wanting to encourage him to take what was his.
"I don't want to argue with you right now, Charlie," The sound of my name leaving his lips was exciting and heartbreaking simultaneously. I liked being his Charlotte. Charlotte was a person I had never met or known before him. I had always been Princess Charlotte, and I hated her. Being just Charlotte was new to me. It had felt so good like it was who I was supposed to be this whole time.
"Good. I don't want to fight, either. I want to celebrate," I said, tightening my hold around Damien's neck. It was evident the second he smelled my desire. I watched his eyelids lower and his jaw