Damian's POV:
"Calm down, little viper," Damian drawled, his voice deep and velvety. He gently took hold of her hand that was still covering his face and gently pulled it away, holding it in his own. "You know I can't resist your fiery temper."
"To hell with you and your weird ass fetishes!"
He couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at her choice of words, his hand still holding onto hers.
God, this woman. She was custom made for him.
He chuckled, his grip on her hand tightening as he pulled her a little closer. He was enjoying this way too much. Her fiery temper flared up like an alluring inferno, and he loved stoking her flames. She was always so much fun to rile up, and he knew just how to get a rise out of her.
"Well, that is one way to put my wanting for you," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "but then again, I admit my feelings. You, on the other hand, don't."
