Chapter Six

Damien was finally rewarded by the sight of his lady as she came on duty at the front desk. He frowned as he took in the pallor of her face and the tremor in her hands. He knew that she had been in a good mood after her outing with Mary that afternoon, clearly something had happened between then and now. He turned to Mary and asked to be excused.

"Is something wrong, Damien?" Mary clutched his arm as he tried to leave.

"No, no…at least…I need to speak to someone. If there is a problem, I will let you know alright?" he spoke in soothing tones to put her at ease and she let him go.

He made his way through the crowded restaurant, speaking to acquaintances briefly while not losing sight of his quarry. She was looking definitely pale and shaky. He pulled her aside discreetly and asked if there were a problem.

"No…no. May I ask why? Am I doing anything wrong sir?" He looked at her with surprise as she began to shake with earnest.

"Miss Wheeling…Sara, sweetheart, no. You've done nothing wrong, love. I noticed you looking so ill at ease, and…come, we must speak." He led her away, asking another young woman if she could take over Sara's duties for the evening. After going up to Damien's flat; he led her to the couch where he sat beside her and held her hand in both of his.

"Sara, what happened tonight? You are shaking and pale. Please trust me, I will not ever harm you, you must know this…" his voice fairly trembled with the need to make her believe.

She lifted quaking fingers to his lips to silence him and stilled when she felt the softness of his mouth. She moaned involuntarily as he pressed a light kiss upon her fingertips. "Please, I know in my heart you will not hurt me…it's my head that won't co-operate…"

"Let me help you…" his eyes bore into hers, the electricity arching between them was almost a tangible thing. "I can help you with this, my love…"

She was almost hypnotized by the timbre of his voice as she gravitated toward him, lips parted and eyes fluttering closed. Their mouths met in a sensual and passionate embrace that was as soothing as it was erotic. He made love to her mouth, treating it as an extension of her body and not as merely a means to an end. He spent endless moments nipping, nibbling, sipping and delving deep until she could do nothing but groan in surrender and collapse into his arms. He held her as though she were the greatest of treasures and he wanted nothing more than to adore her forever.

They had no idea how much time had passed when she placed her hands on his muscular chest and lifted her mouth from his for a much needed breath.

"Ummm…uh, wow." She was breathless with desire as he continued to run caressing fingers through her hair and along her jaw line. The look in his eyes was both tender and fierce and the combination should've scared the shit out of her, but there was something about this man. She found herself trusting again, wholeheartedly. "Oh my god, I could so fall in love with you…" she suddenly flushed a becoming shade of pink as she saw his eyes suddenly fixate on hers. "Please tell me I did not just say that out loud."

His grin was at once boyish and sensual. "No such luck, my sweet one." Here his face grew serious. "You speak your heart, that is a gift, not something to be feared. Never hide this from me. You need never be afraid of me, please believe this." He dipped his head to kiss her again, moving his mouth with expert ease over hers in a dance of seduction. Oh my god, he issooo good at this…she thought as she relaxed into his hold. His heart felt as though it would jump out of his chest, it was a strange and addictive feeling. Love…so this is what it feels like. Thank you, my Lord for this gift of such a woman.