His Queen

14. Addiction

A/N

This chapter is for mature audiences only.
If you are not comfortable you may choose to skip this chapter and go straight to the next one.
You have been warned!

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Aliya's POV

The moment Damien's lips met mine, it felt as though all my prayers were answered and this was the moment I was alive for. He captured my lips in a kiss dripping with undeniable passion, as if I was the last remaining drop of water left in a city filled with drought.

His eagerness left me surprised, and I realized I wasn't the only one who longed for his touch, with his arms around me, his body close to mine.

I was reminded of our first kiss, when we were so foreign to each other's bodies which only provided us with the need to explore more.

Tasting each other, teasing each other.

His fingers caressed my face as he moved his lips against mine, making me close my eyes in pleasure. Biting onto my lower lip, he deepened the kiss. Our tongues finally collided and fought for dominance. I could tell he was used to being in charge always, whether it was on the throne or in bed.

He lowered his body so it was touching mine ever so lightly. I couldn't feel his weight on me, but the warmth of his body was enough to know he was close.

Damien being dangerously close to me gave me an assurance that I didn't know I was seeking in the first place. As if I wanted it all along, to know that he was close and all mine.

My eyes shot open just as I realized what I was thinking. I was hoping he hadn't read my thoughts.

He seemed to be too focused on the kiss to poke his head anywhere else, which made me sigh in relief.

I focused on his actions, his hand was traveling  lower until it rested on my neck, drawing circles with his thumb.

"Damien," I murmured softly when his lips parted from mine. 

I thought he was going to retrieve himself from me and tell me he couldn't continue on because I was still intoxicated. But he surprised me when his lips brushed against the base of my neck instead. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, just before he sucked on the same spot.

He bit onto my skin gently which made my body tense as an alarming memory made its way into my mind. The night when he bit me and drank my blood, in the middle of nowhere while it was raining. The bite left me weak to my knees and lose consciousness, it took me days to recover.

As if noticing my reaction, his head shot up so he could look into my eyes, "Relax, I won't drink your blood without your permission again. Scratch that, I won't drink your blood at all; it made me feel like I was high on drugs for three days."

"What do you mean?"

How could my blood be like a drug to him?

Damien nestled into my neck again, running his nose against it as he spoke, "your blood highlighted my already sharp senses, and made me feel everything you were feeling, pain, confusion, restlessness. But it was accompanied by euphoria, which fueled my desires even more."

"What desires?"

I had a feeling what he was talking about, but a part of me needed to hear him say it.

His deep, black eyes found mine again, "tell me why when I look at you it feels as though my years worth of search has come to an end?"

He didn't answer my question but what he said gave me all the answers I needed.