"Would you like to die making love to me?" She said, moving closer to his face.
Her eyes were enchanting, her scent made him want to pin her down on the table and have his way with her. Her smile was soft and inviting. Alluring. And her lips…he wanted to kiss them forever.
"No, I don't think I'll need to do that today," he stammered, trying to keep his cool in spite of the overwhelming urge to jump her bones.
The girl laughed, delighted by Damien's response. "That's good to hear." She leaned close to his ear, whispering seductively. "Because I've always loved the taste of death in my mouth."
She touched his earlobes with her tongue. A single touch and the heat of her breath sent a rush of blood rushing through Damien's veins. He gulped audibly when she moved lower, kissing along his jawline.
Her hands caressed his chest softly.
"I...uh..." He tried to say something, but she put a finger in his mouth.
