Be Careful When You Bite Me

Chapter 47

Even though it was too blurry for him to see my naked body, I couldn't help but blush. I turned off the

water.

"Hi," I greeted.

"I'm sorry," he began, " you've just been here a while, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I glanced up at the clock that was above the door. It was a little after 4 am which meant that I had been

in the shower for over half an hour. Damon turned to walk away.

"Wait," I said. My hands reached for the water knob, getting ready to turn it back on, "Can you...can you

join me?"

Damon looked caught off guard and I couldn't blame him. We have yet to share a kiss and I have just

invited him into the shower with me. After today, I guess I needed a little bit of comfort. It was traumatic

and stressful and incredibly draining fearing for Damon's life. It was also intimidating that I feared for

him more than I even cared for mines.

He remained silent and instead, began to strip. He started off by unbuttoning the blood and mud-

stained dress shirt he wore. His eyes stayed glued on me as he unzipped his pants and let them hit the

ground. I felt my breathing begin to quicken at the godly sight of him. If I had thought that Damon

looked good with his clothes on, the sight of him now could make me crazy. He slid his boxers all the

way down and I was almost thankful for the foggy glass. I'm sure I would have turned an embarrassing

bright red had I had to witness that. The closer Damon got to the glass door, the more nervous I felt.

My heart began to thud loudly and I turned the water back on to mask the sound. Damon opened the

glass door and stepped inside, now standing right behind me. We both stood under the waterfall letting

it attempt to wash away the tension. I felt Damon's arms coming around me to grip both of my hands

from the front. He laid his chin in the nape of my neck. I suddenly felt all of my worries begin to wash

away. I closed my eyes and laid my head against his. My breathing began to even out and I wondered

if this was truly the best feeling in the world. To be held like this by him felt like a gift that I didn't

deserve. I let the moment wash away my fears. I didn't want him to ever let go of me. My sadness and

misery drifted away almost as if his embrace was bliss and magic. We stayed in that position for what

felt like forever because we both knew that starting tomorrow, he would have to run and he would have

to leave me. I tried to stifle the tears, I would have plenty of time to cry when he's gone and so I

decided to do something that I wouldn't have dared to do a month ago. I turned around and faced him.

his eyes bore into mines with both concern and confusion. I tried to send him a comforting smile but I

knew the look on my face must have been dead serious. I pressed my wet body closer to his and

stared into his beautiful golden eyes letting them carry me away into ignorance. I claimed this moment

as ours and now stood on my pinky toes. I placed both my hands on his face and he placed his around

my waist. Without taking another second to think, knowing I might give in to the nerves and change my

mind, I planted my lips on his.

The feeling of Damon's lips felt similar to no other. I had never shared a kiss so intense that I felt as if

my entire body had gone numb. It alerted my every cell yet simultaneously weakened them. I felt as if

the touch of his lips on mine could lift me off of my feet if I let it. The kiss grew deeper and deeper and

each time, I felt as if I wasn't close enough. I need more of him and I wanted it closer. I urged and

craved for his hands to explore every part of my skin. He pressed my naked body against the wet

shower glass. His hands grabbed both of mines and placed them above my head, locking them in

place. I couldn't move even if I tried, not that I ever want to. I felt his body, nude and wet, hard like

bricks push against mine, his tongue played passionate games with mine. I felt his teeth lightly nip at

my lower lip, grazing down the side of my cheek, biting lightly against my jawline, making their way

down to my neck. I moaned out loud and struggled to get out of his grip but he held me tighter. His lips

teased my nape, his tongue stroking my skin in ways that drove me completely insane, making me

squirm even harder in his grip. I felt the increasing hardness of his groin began to press against my

abdomen. My moans came off as whimpers now as he began to kiss me lower and lower. When his

tongue was at my stomach, the feeling was almost unbearable. Pleasure combined with pulsating lust

held my body and mind completely captive. I was aroused beyond thinking and the feeling of Damon's

skin on mine was beginning to feel as if I were high. It was impossible not to writhe with the way he was

making me feel. Damon let go of both my hands as he kneeled further down. The water from the

shower continued to drain the both of us. I moved the wet hair from my face and screamed out loud

when I felt Damon's tongue slithered over my intimate area. I dug my fingers into his soaked hair in an

attempt to push him back but he was no match for my hands. He kissed the inside of my thighs, driving

me wild with desire. I looked down at him and gasped out loud as he reached the middle. He looked up

at my face, meeting my eyes as he dined on me as if I was the best thing he's ever tasted. The feeling

grew more intense by the second and I found myself on the sudden verge of a climax. I didn't know

how to go about approaching the pleasure. I tried to stifle the orgasm but his tongue was too fast. He

was doing all of the right movements almost as if he was in sync with everything that I was feeling. I

gripped his hair even harder now, screaming out loud as I reached the climax. His tongue continued for

minutes after until I reached my peak of sexual pleasure. His grip on my thighs was too strong for me to

push him away.

"Damon, stop!" I tried to moan out. I couldn't handle it anymore. He did as I said and placed gentle

kisses up my abdomen making his way back up to my lips. When we were finally face to face again, he

stared at me with his now dark eyes, his expression radiating lust and hunger.

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, blinking as the droplets of water escaped from his hair strands landing on

his face," I-I got carried away."

My breathing was rapid and my throat was dry. It was almost painful to speak but I knew what I wanted

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"Claim me," I breathed out, my heart still thudding loudly against my chest," give me the mark...the

Mark of Eros."

Damon's eyes remained glued on mine. His expression told me that he was debating it. It was obvious

that he was against the idea. I knew that he would change his mind if I didn't tempt him some more. I

trailed my finger down playing with my breast. I kept my eyes leveled with his and pressed my knee up

against his groin. It immediately responded, shifting in size. I licked my lips and trailed my palm across

his naked chest.

"Please, Damon," I breathed out, lustfully," I want you."

Within a hot second, Damon had my arm gripped and whipped me around to face away from him. He

pressed the front of my body against the glass and dug his face in the nape of my neck.

"Holly," this was the first time I had heard Damon struggle to talk as if it was hard to breathe," are you

sure?"

The husky sound of his deep voice sent my mind in a daze. All my thoughts were in a frenzy and I

could have melted with desire. I felt shivers line my wet skin and I knew I wasn't sure about anything

the way I was sure about this. I felt his fangs extend and press lightly against my shoulder. My head

started to spin and I fought to grasp ahold of reality.

"Yes," I responded," I'm sure."