He rolls us, pinning me beneath him.

"Someone needs to tell you how amazing you are. How calming and incredible your music is."

My breath catches, gut tightening as my magic coils within it, wanting desperately to be released. To touch him.
His breath hits my cheek, sending tingles through my face, and lower. Knowing exactly what he's doing, his lips twitch upward as he touches them to my jaw.

"Someone," he breathes, "Needs to tell you how spectacular you are. How beautiful. How so incredibly sexy you are."

His lips trail down my neck as his hands bring my top over my head. He kisses down my chest, down the deep crevice between my breasts, down my stomach. The top of my jeans are dragged dangerously low as his lips pass my navel. Almost on instinct, my hips lift off the bed.

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Amaya Humphreys is a witch. The sole heir of two mighty bloodlines. With her parents gone she is left to survive with the police chief and his son. However, things in the Humphrey household are not nearly as legal as they should be.
Enter Damon Cooper. The young man that she has known since grade school, the young man she's seen every inch of, and the young man that was once attached at the hip with her step-brother. When Damon starts talking to Amaya once again, she pushes him away, yet again. Damon, stubborn as a dog, does not give up easily. Especially not once he notices bruises.
Whether she lives or dies, Amaya's only desire is to be set free. But which will it be?

Love Is Patience

Nick pushes Damon's car gear stick into park and pulls the handbrake. He gets out of the car and Amber starts to as well, but I stay where I am. Despite Nick and Amber being in the car with me, without Damon, it still has his smell. It's only the next day and I miss him dearly. Knowing he's sitting alone, probably in pain, in a cold cell . . . 


Knowing he did what he did for Lily . . . 


What he's doing for me and the baby . . . 


"Hey," Amber's voice sounds from the backseat. I don't look at her. She's just going to tell me how it's gonna be okay, and she loves me, and Damon loves me. But nothing feels okay. In a split few seconds last night, the life I'd just started to finally settle into fell apart. Everything is as far as it can be from okay. 


"How are you doing?" I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to talk to anyone. I want Lily, I want one of her amazing little hugs. I want one of Damon's bear hugs. I want my family back. 


Arraignment