Fated to My Vampire Lord
Damon’s voice whispered in my ear, low, husky, “what are you thinking?”
I glanced over at another couple on the dance floor. A vampire couple, leaning up against the DJ booth, drunk on wine and love. I watched the girl grind her ass against the male’s groin. Watched him bite his own lip hard enough to draw blood. I watched her turn, looping her arms around his neck, and suck his lip clean.
“Is this what you wanted?” I called over the din.
Damon’s brows knit together.
“This,” I said.
My hands dragged down the front of his shirt as my head fell back a little, lips parting. Down, down toward his abdomen, then his belt.
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