Hi guys! Sorry it took so long. Losing inspiration, and I thought I had uploaded this chapter when I really hadn't. So, I hope you like the rest of this dull story. I may re-do it, but only 2 to 4 more chapters. Sorry! I can't do anything with it because I messed it up.

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***Ace***

Chapter 25

"Damen," I sob as he pulls me into the changing room. Locking the door, he picks me up and I lock my legs around his waist. He takes my face in his hands, staring at me.

I know that he could have talked, but everything was said through his eyes. Next I knew, I was kissing him fiercely as he suppressed a groan.

I clung onto him as if he was my life. As if I was holding onto a tree branch above a cliff. If I let go, I would drop to my death.

Of course I wouldn't here, but it felt that way.

I knew when the bind flared up. It was a hot, surging passion that flew through my body. Damen let out a low groan, slithering his hands up the dress I was wearing.

His touch sent my nerves tingling, and I shivered closer to him as his hands snaked up my body.

Soon the dress was off, and I was in my purple bra and underwear.

I pulled Damen's shirt off with ease, feeling the planes of his chest.

He kisses down to my throat, where his cold lips brushed against my skin.

"We shouldn't be doing this here," he moans into the crease of my neck. I bury my face into his chest, biting lightly here and there.

"We shouldn't, but we are," I murmur back. I can feel his silent laugh vibrate through his body.

"Lys is coming," He murmurs against the corner of my lip.

"Sit on the ledge," I say, sadly pulling away from him. I slip on the dress quickly and kiss him. "Wait for me," I whisper.

He chuckles. "Of course I will."

"Jess! Come out, I want to see the first dress." Lys's high voice waves over to me. Casting a glance at the shirtless man that was my soon to-be husband, I slipped out of the small locker and shut the door behind me.

Lys stared at me, scrutinizing the dress. "Hm. Not the right color. Come back with the next one. I want to be quick."

I smile feebly. I wasn't sure if I could go quick now. Not with Damen waiting for me.

"You know what, Lys?" I say, trying to make my voice sound truthful and blocking Damen out of my mind. "You can go shopping for however long you want. I just want to stay in this store and try on some dresses for awhile."

Lys's eyes light up. "You're not joking?" I shake my head.

"Yes! Thank you thank you thank you Jesse!" she squeals and throws her arms around me. I laugh and shakily put my arms around her in a return hug.

"Let's say, meet back here at eight?" She asks hopefully. I glance up at the clock. It was four.

Four hours with Damen.

"Yeah, that sounds cool. I'll meet you right back in this room."

"Okay, Jesse! See you later!"

"Bye Lys!" I say, waving at her until I see she has skipped away.

I laugh and walk back into the changing locker, where Damen has a wide smile adorning his perfect lips.

"Four hours," He murmurs, hugging me close to him. "I'm not sure that's long enough."

"We have forever, remember?" I mumble.

"Yes, of course." He chuckles and kisses me again. I see the bind lust build up in his eyes once again.

I slip the dress off and pad over to the ledge, patting beside me. Instead, he slips himself under me so I can sit on him. I kiss him eagerly and push my hands against his marble chest.

He quickly un-clips my bra and throws it on the floor as I slip off his pants.

"Not all the way. Not here." I murmur.

"Okay, love." He moans as I kiss down his chest and back up. "But.." he starts.

"Hm?" I say.

He flips us over so I'm laying down and he is lying on top of me. I chuckle.

"You're so dominant, Damen," I murmur in a low voice.

"I'm a man. Of course I am." He mumbles into my collar bone. "Just a sip?" He asks hesitantly. I nod my head.

He bites into me and covers my mouth to keep my moans low. We didn't want people to hear us.

It turns out that he takes a lot more than a sip. He gets to the point where Kat's blood hasn't fully turned into mine, and he has to stop because it wasn't as sweet.

I smirk at that thought. Damen thought I was better than Kat.

That's a first. That a guy thought I was better than Kat.

I bite into him when he is finished, but I really only do take a sip. I was full from Kat.

A pang stings my heart at the thought of her, but Damen just presses closer to me and I forget about the guilt. I knew somewhere in my mind that I was being selfish, but I couldn't stop.

His hands run along my stomach and my chest, sending goose bumps up my arms.

He chuckles low in his throat as I press him closer to me.

He runs his hands along my waist and my thighs.

"You don't play fair," I moan.

He chuckles. "There are no rules to love."

"You're so cheesy."

"Mmm…" Damen says against my lips. "I hope I'm not that flabby. Do I need to start working out?"

I suppress a loud laugh. "Far from it."

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