D A M O N
I lifted her up and her legs automatically wrapped around my waist. I walked to the couch and gently set her down before pulling my shirt over my head.
Her hands roamed over my chest, her touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder as she became more confident. I kissed her again, my tongue exploring her mouth, my hands tangling in her hair.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was desperate. Hungry. I poured all of my love, my fear and my relief into that kiss, trying to show her without words how much she meant to me.
I slowly undressed her, my fingers fumbling with the tie of her robe. When it fell open, revealing her naked body beneath, I felt my breath catch. The bruises on her skin made my anger flare, but they didn't detract from her beauty. They made her more real. More min
