Chapter 8: His Weakness

"Kiss her."

"Kiss her."

"Kiss her."

Damon's eyes couldn't cast away from her lips, his brain had long ceased its normal functioning and to make things worst, his wolf counterpart was pushing forward, trying to force himself to the forefront of his mind.

"If t-that's true t-then----then w-what did y-you mean when y-you s-said you'd 'deal w-with me'?" Sarah was expectantly staring up at him, desperately waiting for a valid response to her question. However, Damon hadn't replied....and it didn't seem to Sarah like he was going to anytime soon. He wasn't even focused on what she was saying, instead, he was focused on something else, something that made Sarah's cheeks instantly go red....her lips.

He wasn't about to do what she thought he was about to do, right?

He answered her question when he began to lean forward, hazel eyes clouded over with an emotion that was hardly ever directed at her...lust. Upon realizing it, she suddenly forgot how to breath.

Was this it? The moment she would have to give herself over to him, body and soul?... The moment she would have to please him to his heart's content?

To put it simply, she had forgotten all about that. But how could she have forgotten about why she came here in the first place? She was chosen by Damon and therefore she was his sex-slave, his possession for the rest of her life. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't shown a tinge of interest in her up until now that made it temporarily escape her mind.

a weaker species who could do nothing but bend to their will. All she was designated for was to pleasure her owner...nothing more nothing less. She hated that fact, but it didn't matter whether or not she was okay with it...Damon seemed

strangely, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of kissing the living daylights

wanted to push herself forward. There was a strange feeling building in the

await the euphoric feeling of his lips on hers, her mind had uncontrollably travelled to places that she didn't want to return to. Before long, she was stupidly convinced that the person in front of her was

around in the room, Damon was forced to snap out of his mindless state, even his

a hard, long look at his mate and he was sensible enough to perceive that her reaction wasn't simply because she feared him...these were the signs of past trauma. Her body was convulsing, her lips were palpitating and

could tell that something very bad had happened to her before he met

much so that his veins started to rise to surface, becoming visible on his arms. He tried his best to keep himself restrained, but his attempts went pretty

he squeezed out through clenched teeth, but his hands were actually itching to grab her and pull her into his embrace. He

himself ten years ago that he wouldn't allow the mate bond to cloud his mind...And he was planning on keeping that promise for the rest

going to touch you." He repeated, raising his hands in surrender. He felt stupid and weird to have said something like that when he was used to saying the complete opposite, but he did it

keep his emotions in check at the moment, not to mention the day when they first met...he had been

his weakness, the only person who could

draw in as much air into her nostrils as she could. Her eyes which

one who attempted to do something he certainly wasn't supposed to do. Rather than being apologetic, he wanted some answers. His hands were already trembling with the need to kill, he just needed her to name all those who had dared

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