–Livana–
I'm treated like a doll — no, like a Queen. A Goddess. Damon cleans every inch of me after we do those carnal acts. His hands are rough, yet reverent, almost worshipful. Maybe... maybe I liked the sex. His touch, the way he made sure I reached every bliss I deserved — he was thorough, relentless in learning me.
He wanted to know every part of me. He wanted to hear every gasp, every broken moan torn from my throat. I think he loved it the most when I couldn't hold back. Every sound I made seemed to feed his hunger. Maybe I should make more noise next time — drive him mad.
"Put lotion on my body," I commanded, my voice low.
He didn't even hesitate. I could practically feel his eagerness in the air. I imagined the bright, stupid grin on his face as he settled behind me, his calloused hands suddenly soft against my skin as he lathered me with something thick and perfumed.
