"You know me, Damon," Nessa said, watching as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Everything about him was beautiful, including the mole he had at the back of his ear.
"I know," he replied, smiling against her lips knowing that made her angrier. He knew she was bluffing.
"I'm a jealous lover and I can't stand her staring at you that way," her voice was husky as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart was pumping three times faster.
"Fine, we'll pluck out her eyes then," Damon teased her. He brushed his thumb across her lips and without warning, hoisted her up and made her sit on his lap.
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Nessa gasped, rousing from her sleep startled and falling right off the bed to the ground considering she was on the edge moments ago.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck this!
It was one of those silly dreams again and this time it was stronger - almost real. And to make matters worse, she was aroused as fuck. God, this was real torture.
