The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 42: The kiss

Chapter 42: The kiss

Beatrix rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don’t know, genius.

Maybe I just enjoy handing out threats to random females who look like they want to eat you."

"You look cute when you’re mad." He smirked.

"That’s it, I’m leaving," Beatrix blustered, angrily shoving him out of the way.

"Go after your blond babes. Maybe they can have you for lunch."

"Not so fast, dear ," he said, catching her elbow and pulling her back to him.

"I don’t care about the blondes. I’ve a big appetite and I don’t think they can satisfy me.."

"Whatever," Beatrix hissed, punching his arm when he wouldn’t let her go. She had no idea why she was behaving this way when she was the shy type. She guessed jealousy was a deadly poison.

Damien laughed and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

"Ah, you looked really hot my darling. I liked that you defended yourself and threatened them to stay away from your man." He grinned.

Your man. She liked that. He was hers.

Beatrix couldn’t help a smile. "Yeah you’re mine and mine alone."

Damien just laughed more and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"I’m only yours."

They pulled apart after someone cleared his throat and Beatrix flushed with embarrassment.

Damien giggled and grabbed the basket of books.

He paid for the books, chatted quickly with Ava about being her friend and carried out their bags of purchases.

He helped her deposit the books in the car and then they went to a local fast food shop and had some chicken wings and fries for lunch.

Afterwards, they went for a stroll around the shops where he bought her tons of souvenirs.

Beatrix was giggling like a fool by the end of their stroll.

And just when she thought the moment couldn’t be anymore perfect he handed her a small bouquet of roses he had just bought when he had told her to wait for him.

Beatrix fought a blush in vain as she lowered her eyes and gently brushed the petals against the tip of her nose.

"Thank you. No boy’s ever given me flowers before."

His eye narrowed slightly. "Well then I’m happy to be the first man to give you one."

Beatrix looked up and locked gazes with Damien who had a half-smile on his face.

"Thank you."

Damien reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Welcome love." For a moment Beatrix stiffened, a sense of deju vu filling her.

"You’re also the first woman to receive flowers from me."

Damien said breaking the spell.

"Are you saying that you have never been the gentleman to give flowers to your dates?"

Beatrix asked teasingly as he cupped her face and brushed a thumb across her cheek.

"None of the others matter to me, Beatrix ," he murmured, lightly hovering his lips against hers.

"None of them will ever mean to me as much as you do."

He had been with many women before her and there will always be women who’d want him but he was assuring her that she was the one he wanted.

What did that mean?

Was he giving her his heart?

Was he saying he liked her?

If yes why was he still hesitating to kiss her on the lips?

Beatrix took a deep breath as his chest pressed against her, his mouth brushing ever so fleetingly against her own parted lips.

Her heart pounded in her chest, nerves flittering in her stomach. She wanted to kiss him so bad.

Damn! She inwardly cussed as he moved back a fraction and her heart ripped at the loss of contact.

By their own volition, her arms slid up along his own until they rested on his shoulders, her hands burying into the thick, silky mess of his hair, pulling his head down and anchoring her lips back on his.

She wasn’t the best kisser and lacked the experience but she wanted more.

Damien groaned and took control of the kiss.

Beatrix had shared a few kisses with Rhys before and she had thought all of them sweet since it filled her stomach with butterflies.

That was before kissing Damien. She realized that kisses-the really good, soul-shattering ones-weren’t supposed to fill you with butterflies.

Butterflies filled kisses were for first dates and truth-or-dare games.

The kisses that brand you for life leave you wanting more, leaving you disoriented. Make you question what the hell you have been doing not kissing like this.

The pressure of his mouth on hers was perfect.

His tongue sliding against hers was perfect.

Everything about this kiss was utterly and completely perfect.

Just when she felt that it couldn’t possibly get any better, he hummed into her mouth and the gentle vibration infiltrated her heart.

"Dammit," Damien murmured as they went up for air, his lips trailing along the bridge of her nose and pressing hotly between her brows.

"Why did I keep so long to kiss you." He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, nipping lightly.

Beatrix blushed at his words, "I-I don’t know."

"You’re lovely," he said softly, a hint of a smile turning up one side of his shamelessly seductive mouth.

"So cute yet so bold."

He gently patted the rim of her glasses, his smile deepening.

Beatrix’s cheeks flushed at the intensity of his amber gaze and the undeniable flutterings of desire that stirred more aggressively inside of her.

Beatrix’s breath’s hitched as he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

"Will you-" he paused, taking a deep breath.

"Will you go on a date with me tonight?" He opened his eyes and she could see a myriad of expressions flickered across Damien’s face-desire,nervousness, longing and the most curious look of torture.

Was he nervous that she would turn him down?

Beatrix lips curved into a smile and she nodded,

"Y-yes. I would love to go on a date with you, Mr. Niarchos. You should make sure it’s worth my time."

He laughed softly, his amber eyes lighting up and his face relaxing.

The sight and sound of it caused her insides to do a somersault.

"Alright m’lady. I will make it a night you will never forget."

Beatrix’s breath hitched at the promise his eyes held.

A/N: Hope you all are falling in love with Damien or TeamRhys forever??? Hehehe

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