Operation: Threads of Connection

Cherish

Damian's POV:

After my call with Alina, Anya seemed lost in thought. I couldn't tell Anya that Alina's parents wanted to meet with me. Worst of all, they invited my parents... I haven't spoken to my father since the day of the accident. There was very little interaction needed between us. Whenever I needed an adult for some school activity, I would always call Jeeves. I tried my best to become more independent, I took this tutoring job to pay my own tuition, purchase my own supplies, be my own person-without the Desmond family. A lot of people still are hungry for my attention, because I keep to myself they don't really know what happens behind closed doors.

Sebastian, Becky, Ewen, Emile, and Anya, individuals I thought I would never associate myself with, ultimately have become more important than my own family. I treated every single one of these people with the utmost disrespect. I've said things I definitely regret. Through my mistakes and flaws, they continued to be there for me.

One mistake is all it took father to hate me.

I look at Anya, hoping she can read my turmoil. The word's cant come out, but luckily, she can read my pain. Somehow, she didn't reach out as she usually does. She didn't give me her enticing words of affection, she didn't turn my way. My whole life I was all about taking initiative. However, when it comes to Anya, its like theres an underlying fear. A fear that I might lose her someday.

Just the thought of something like that made me shiver, I needed her close to me. I needed to show her how much I care for her. How much I love her.

I sat up on the bed, my back pressed against the bed frame. Without thinking, I grabbed Anya and placed her between my legs. She was so small it was like she was a missing puzzle piece- she just completed me. She felt so warm and soft pressed up against me. I couldn't help but kiss her hair, it smelled like my shampoo, but nether-less, she had a scent of her own, it was sweet and intoxicating.

"Can you read my mind, Anya?" I whispered softly. Anya's head shook slowly.

"I can't... it's a new moon today..." she replied, cranking her neck to look at me. Her green eyes glimmered as she stared at my eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, inviting me to capture her lips. I couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed her waist and flipped her over so she would straddle my hips. I gently grabbed her cheek, pushing away the few strands away from her delicate face.

Good," I whispered as I slowly pushed her hair away from her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Because I'm going to show you, just how much I love you,"

Anya's face turned a light pink as she whimpered. I continued placing small kisses on her neck, working my way down towards her collarbone. Her hips began moving as I lightly sucked on her collarbone. I couldn't help but groan at the sensation, with our thin layer of clothing, I could feel almost everything. and God did I want to feel more.

"Damian..." she whispered her once bright green eyes, now were dark, filled with lust. Every once of my body screamed to keep going. As I was about to move her, the lights began to flicker. A big round of thunder hit, causing the lights in the dormitory to go out. The rain continued to hit against the window, causing the sound to echo against the dormitory walls. The room was pitch black, the only light reflecting was the lighting bolts every couple minutes.

"Are you okay?" she whispered, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, now being able to see her a bit more. I nodded as I gave her a small peck.

"Let me get some candles, so we're not in the complete dark," I said as I tried to get up. Anya forcibly pushed me back down as she hovered over me, her face close to mine. What was she doing?