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I gripsilently for Daet back in the car and drive away, if he doesn’t ee, like he told me to

I can’t leave him

Bizarre instincts rise inhis lust out of hi it tohihs and then empty himself, oh, God, empty every last drop deep intohappens to him, I have a piece of him, my man, my savior

I shake my head

Adrenalin and fear and all thatme crazy, that’s all

It’s been one hell of a night

That’s all, I try to tell myself

But then do I really believe that to to wake up and happily leave Damian to live his life without me?

“Coe of the van and staring hard at the threshold

Finally, Da cradled in one ar silver knuckle-duster, catching the electric light of the parking lot as he ray and black patches dotted here and there, and he’s shivering as Da toward his dark colored sedan

“Co the knuckle-duster and letting it clatter on the concrete Seeing ht be a hitman, but I’m not a thief Come on”

I snap out of a waking dreaer side and silently taking Sparky when Damian thrusts him at me

“Good boy,” I whisper,ood little boy, aren’t you?”

As Das and places his forepaws on e body so that he can lick at my face

Da in a near-smile “I think he likes you”

“I’lad he’s safe,” I whisper

I’lad you’re safe, I want to say, but I focus on Sparky instead, rubbing his body up and down and letting him kiss my face as much as he wants

Da within the speeding li

“Fucking hell, if they’d hurt him …”

“It’s okay, Damian Look He’s fine”

He reaches across and tickles hi, too

Our fingers touch and electricity sizzles up my arm, swarms intofireworks He keeps his hand there for a uards’ would

This is a good searing, a wonderful burning