I would have missed his response, if I weren't paying close attention to him. The buttons of his shirt were easily undone revealing a strong muscular chest. My mouth watered as I set to work. Teasing and nibbling lightly on his chest, I enjoyed the soft moans that came from his lips.

Feeling annoyed with my shirt, I took it off. His eyes ate up every inch of my flesh, before shyly looking away. I smiled. My hands set to work squeezing the bulge of his jeans, that stiffened under my touch. I removed the rough material out of my way.

A sea of kisses were placed on the inside of his thighs. His body shuddered and a few rogue tears were spilled. Shit! I immediately stopped, reached up, and kissed his fears away. He cried out as I attempted to comfort him. Upon hearing my name, I held his stare, drowning in the drowsiness of his eyes.

Slender brown fingers guided my lips to match his. I buried myself deep in his kiss as I did not want to let him go. Sparred on by the moans that grew in his chest. My hands busied themselves, rolling his briefs lower and lower down his legs.

Surfacing for a breath of fresh air, we separated. With god speed I removed the obstacle between myself and my goal. He extended his hand to me and I slid into his embrace.

Between my distracting kisses on his jaw, he whispered in my ear, saying, "Naughty." I smirked, not releasing my hold on his ****. By the eighth stroke, his breaths were irregular pants.

The groans that left his lips were so loud, I wondered if anyone would walk in on us. I smiled into the crook of his neck. What a time to be thinking about that! I effectively silenced him, with my lips. Pulling away I looked at him.

His eyes were frosted over in pleasure, staring at nothing in particular. His lips were opened wide, as if each breath he took would be his last. A thin line of saliva rolled down the side of his lips. I smiled. Looking for trouble, I leaned closer to him.

Deepening my voice, I whispered, "Does it feel good?" I slowed the pace of my hand. Tears flooded his eyes, as a new emotion took residence in them.

"Y, yes." Perfect. I slowed my hand's movements even more. His body twitched in irritation. A bright smile pulled at my lips.

"Damien, tell me that you love me." I kissed his lips pulling away soon after. He looked into my soul for the duration of a year and day.

"I ... love you Ace." The broken pieces of my heart that resided on the kitchen floor flew back into my chest.

"Damien. Damien. Damien." I called his name over and over. Wildly kissing his lips, I sent my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his pre- cover my fingers. I increased the speed of my hand, breaking off the sensual kiss. The most beautiful sound to my ear, was the sound of my name on his tongue.

"So hot!" I bit my lip, upon seeing the expression on his face. I rose up. Fuck! The contrast between his c** and the rich tone of his brown skin, caused my pants to tighten. I passed my hand on his stomach, before licking the stickiness off my fingers. On seeing what I did, his head snapped to the side, as he avoided my eyes.

"Don't do that! I could be carrying something..." I reigned in my desires. Well you sure know how to make someone's dick limp!

"Are you? Becuase if I go, today or tomorrow and see anything come back as positive, I'll kill you where you stand!"

"What! No!" With no other choice than to take his word for it. I got up from the couch.

"Where is the bathroom?" I asked him.

"This way." He got up from the couch and led me down the hall. "Here."

I smiled. "Thanks." I caught his eyes to which he abruptly looked away biting his lips. "Sexy."

The harmless comment caused him to flee the scene, running into presumably his bedroom. After splashing water on my face by the sink, I turned to leave when something caught my eyes.

"Damien!" I called out to him in a loud voice.

"Yes. Coming." He soon appeared in the bathroom doorway. I pointed at the painting. "This is..." He cut me off mid sentence.

"The original. It wasn't placed for auction because it was painted for me." He explained. I stared at him in disbelief.

"You were that close to her."

"Diane Dagasse is my mother. I just don't resemble her that much. I take more after my father." He stated in a matter of fact way. Am I hearing right?

I ripped my attention away from his eyes and stared at the painting.

"If you want it, you can have it. I've got hundreds more of her paintings sitting in a vault," said Damien. I turned back to him.

"It's ok. Keep it." He smiled.

"Are you sure? To me they are just colours piled on a piece of canvas, but I've seen the value other people attach to it. So, take it." I laughed as I stepped out of the bathroom.

"Do you usually give away art pieces worth millions of pounds?" I joked.

"No. Only to special people." He stated as he leaned off the door frame. I smiled while walking up to him.

"What makes me special?" Before I could pull him into my clutches he ran away. I'll remember this later, just you watch.

I walked back to the living area and picked up my shirt that had landed on the coffee table. The sound of a shower going filled the silence of the condo. I checked my phone.

C – 11:12 am : Mr. Ackerman a problem has surfaced that needs your attention. It is concerning the second the command.

Axel? I walked out of the living room and onto the enclosed balcony as the call connected.

"Good day Mr. Ackerman." Carlos greeted me.

"What is it?" I barked into the phone.

"He met with Tendom." The blood in my body chilled to minus thirty degrees.

"When? What is his status?" I paced the length of the balcony.

"Exactly one hour ago at eleven o'clock, he was seen entering Tendom's territory. He returned half an hour later, but he hasn't spoken to anyone." Carlos paused before continuing softly, "He is sitting in the living area at the mansion waiting on you to return." Not realizing I had been holding my breath I breathed out.

"Thank you. I'll be there soon." The call ended. I stared out at the beautiful view of London.

A new scent drifted into my nose after some time. I turned to see Damien standing by the entrance in a white polo and three quarter pants.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"No. Everything is fine." I smiled at him.

"You smell nice." He turned his head.

"Thank you."

Seeing as he was calm I decided to bring it up. I leaned on the balcony railing.

"Damien, come here." He looked at me, a great conflict brewed in his eyes. He moved cautiously in my direction, stopping shy of a meter before me. I smiled. It seems I wasn't specific enough. No matter. I reached out pulling him into my embrace with his back against my chest. I nuzzled his neck grazing the love marks that began to show on his skin.

Mine! I breathed on his neck.

"I want to make you mine in every way possible." The words that came out my throat were heavy with emotion. I held him tightly.

"Damien you incite that spark of darkness in me, that I feel like I can't control. Every time I see you, all I can think of are the ways you can please me. I want to see you writhing under me, begging me to fuck you. I want to see you lying on the floor bleeding for me. I really, want to see you undressed and chained to the wall waiting on my every whim!" Damien!

My mind was clouded by desire, as I sunk my teeth into his flesh. A hand shot up, gripping my head. The feeling of muscle and flesh being torn brought me sheer ecstasy. I released his shoulder after I was sure I had pierced the skin deeply enough. Thin lines of blood flowed out of his skin. He tried to pull away from my grasp, but I held him even more tightly.

"Release me!" His demand landed on deaf ears. Ignoring his words, I passed my hand on his leg.

"All you're missing is the Ackerman Insignia, right ... here!" I picked a spot at random high up on his left thigh.

"You're crazy if you think I'd let you do that!" He shouted. I smiled.

"I wasn't asking for permission." I shoved my claimed body forward. He crashed into the glass wall. I quickly pinned him to the wall.

Speaking in a husky voice, I said, "You ask permission to use things that don't belong to you. You Damien, belong to me now!" I hungrily kissed away his resistance. Now past the point of anger; he willingly leaned into my arms. I smiled down at his face less than a centimeter away from mine.

That's much better.

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