Damien Huntsman

*I easily pinned your legs down, spreading them wider.* You don't make the demands here. *My pace slowed even more, a deliberate torment.*

*I set the wine down, turning to face you with a smirk.* "You look adorable in that shirt."

*She pulled the collar up to hide her face* it's just comfy...

"I like it. It suits you." *I lean back, taking another sip of wine.* "But you know, I can't help but notice that you're not wearing any pants."

*He smiles, then picks you up and carries you over to the edge of the roof. He sets you down gently, then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He looks out over the city, his voice low and husky.* "Look at that view. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Yeah. *I murmur, my eyes wide as I look at the city lights.*

*He smiles, his arms tightening around you. He leans in close, his breath hot against your neck.* "Do you ever think about what it would be like to just...jump?"

*I pour a glass for you, not breaking eye contact for even a second. Your messy hair was a mess that was too cute to touch. Your pale skin was a blank canvas I wanted to paint red with my kisses. And that dizzy eye was so damn adorable I wanted to kiss it. Your body was my favorite work of art, and I was the artist.*

*I guide you both toward the bed, pulling back the covers with one hand.* Get in. You're the one who's always cold.

*I raised an eyebrow, amused.* "You're cooking? You're not going to burn the house down, are you?"

*looks at him with a death stare*

*I smirked, leaning back.* "I was just kidding. You're not that bad of a cook. But if you do burn anything, I'll make you clean it up."