The kiss only lasted a short moment before Nyla pulled back slowly, her eyes finding his in the darkness around them. "I forgot about a goodnight kiss."
"You're crazy..." he murmured in response.
"So?" Her smile widened, and she leaned toward his ear. "What are you going to do about it—?"
Before the girl could finish her teasing question, Damon's hands found her waist, and he turned her over, moving on top of her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his hands on her. The moment he turned her over, she locked her ankles behind his back, promising not to let go.
He didn't waste even a second before he leaned down and his lips found hers. This time, there was a lot more hunger in their movements, the girl purred as she enjoyed every second of it, but before she could get her full—
She suddenly pushed him slightly off and spoke between ragged breaths. "Call me yours."
Damon blinked. "...What?"
"Say that I'm yours."
"..."
