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

"Sir, I'm going to need to know exactly what happened. If you could cooperate wi-" 


Sonja snaps her fingers at the detective, "He is most certainly cooperating with you! He just lost someone, Detective Marks. Have some compassion and patience!" When the detective gives her a somewhat sharp look, I take her hand, squeezing it. She glances over at me and shuts up. I glance around the living room and attached kitchen, examining everything and everyone. The house is a crime scene. There are cops everywhere, collecting every bit of evidence possible. Lily still lays on the floor, exactly how she died, only with a light sheet covering her. Jake as well. Amaya isn't even in the room. She's in my bedroom, with Aaron and Nick and Amber, as well as another detective. I just want to be with her. Not out here, not away from her, not our here with Lily's corpse. 


Their Darkest Night