Bab 45: Fighting Urges

Aila felt as though she was floating and was immediately comforted by the warm muscular arms that held her tight against his rock-hard chest. She didn't need to open her eyes to know whose arms she was in; she inhaled his scent deeply. His cologne and woodsy scent mixed together made her relax even more. 

He carried her bridal style but with her head completely cushioned against his chest and her arms resting on her belly. Aila snuggled into him more and felt the vibration of his chest, a purr of appreciation. She kissed his exposed chest and relaxed again, feeling his hand pull away some of her hair from her face.

"I don't know what I like more, my little spitfire. Calm and relaxed, almost angelic or the demon you become when you're passionate and disobedient." Damon spoke with a smile in his voice. His steady heartbeat was something she could listen to and happily fall asleep to anytime. She felt his lips kiss her forehead as she began to drift into a slumber.