damon.

❛ why? because of SPARKLE DICK? ❜ damon could already taste her on his tongue. that sweet, painfully addicting, crimson substance that rolled down his throat like the most silken, & expensive of wines. feet pivot, & he wandered over toward her, fingertips tenderly drifting along the nape of her neck, head tilting to softly trail his TONGUE along her pulse point, mumbling against her unsteady heartbeat, ❛ c’mon, bella.. ❜

❛ – you’re not letting me think.., ❜ she mutters, caught between mild annoyance and flustered feelings. teeth catch on lower lip, pale fingers tapping insistently on her thigh as she hopes he doesn’t think her FAST-BEATING heart is because of his low, suggestive voice. ❛ god – dammit, ❜ she cusses as her hands turn to small fists. ❛ only if you start calling edward by his REAL name. ❜ negotiation; good move. ❛ no more nasty NICKNAMES. ❜
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