I have swallowed all of the liquid in my mouth, so I am not even sure what I am trying so hard to force down my throat. I just feel like I have to do in this situation, but since I can't bite my nails due to the fact that he has my hands and busied himself in unleashing some of his magic on them, my suffers as a result.He is extremely egotistical. So he believes he is irresistible because he is dangerously hot? I won't dispute that he has an attractive , quite a charm - irresistible and direct turn-on. But I find his brashness and to be very repulsive - a complete turn-off!
"Both," I mutter.
He cocks an eyebrow as if no one has ever admitted to him that he is irresistible. "So, admit that you find me hot?" His breath tickles my nostrils as he speaks, but I resist giving in to his allurement.
"Of course, just as I am aware that you deem me attractive. But appearances are quite , Mr. Almeda." He releases his hold on my hands and moves away from my , allowing his eyes to rove over my features as if he can see through my skin.
A moment passes with nothing being said. He is taking every single second to cruise eyes around my face, and I am giving him all the time in the world that he needs to whatever he is searching for on my face.
"Did that hurt?" I inquire after realizing that he might need eternity to complete his .
"Not really,” he starts, and rests his eyes in mine as he adds, “I have just come to that you really are attractive when you are not acting weird."
Shit! Attractive and the way he is boring his eyes in mine are not a good combo. I averted my gaze.
I amass a little breath to stabilize myself. "You are the weirdo one here, Damian," I admit to him, dragging my gaze back to him.
He cocks his head, and eyebrow, "Really? And how am I weird?" He urges while his arms crossed across his chest and paying close attention to what I have to . As if it really matters!
Whether it does matter or not, words are itching my tongue and I have to let them out. "In every single way. In contrast to the flirt and haughty jerk right in front of , the Damian I see in your eyes is divergent. You will have to excuse my choice of because I just state things exactly as they are. I lack the ability to be ." I state.
"And when you speak your thoughts, you look absolutely smoking gorgeous. I would urge you to act in this manner always," He mumbles, leaning in again to the of brushing my face mid-table.
The way he softly murmurs is just so fascinating. But I know he is just being a flirt.
The other side of him.
I pull back a little. "Did you even hear what I said about you at all?" I ask.
"I took it all in,” he says, nodding his head as he searches my eyes once more, “Tell , though, Ellie. When you look into my eyes, what version of Damian do you see?"
I turn crimson as he maintains his serious demeanor and a cold but soft gaze at me. I fully aware of what he is doing. It is the other side of him being dominated by the jerk side. He is taking advantage of the perils that his demeanor exudes, these unfathomable pools of the ocean of fire that have the power to consume you beyond acclaim. How many poor souls has he hypnotized with beauty? How many women have fallen victim of his allure? Well, I can't possibly him that and I may never know it either, but I know that Ellie Marie will not be to the list.
Not me!
And since I don’t trust myself enough to play this game too, I better avoid delving his trap. I might regret in the end. "I am not susceptible to your allure, Damian.
Your hot looks won't charm me, so, no. I am not doing this," I say and begin to get up take the leftovers to the kitchen, but he grabs my hand and forces me to again my butt against the seat.
The hell!
"I am not kidding, Ellie. I am serious,” he says, sofly that he wins my warmth this around, “I am curious to know what you think. I swear that I am not up to any or dirty games,” he draws us closer, too close for my liking, too close to his features for my sanity. “Look me in the eye and tell me honestly what you ,” he states, sounding dead serious and icy as always.
Forget the bold Ellie, this one that is staring through Damian’s eyes right now is a Ellie because I am shaking and sweating at the same time. I should save myself saying whatever shit that I have to pour out and break this closure, but all I am able do is stare deep into his bottomless eyes, my mouth dry as a desert, and my breath in my lungs. The way his thumbs are moving soothingly on my skin is not either.
Why the heck does he seem so serious now, eh? And can I do this without getting by the flames of this raging fire in his eyes? No, I doubt it. Ooh, dear, me! He me, you know? Now see where my big mouth has landed me into- trapped in arms, lost in his eyes, and drinking in his seductively rich scented pheromones.
"Ellie?" He whimpers, perhaps attempting to snap me from the magic of his eyes.
"Damian?" I murmur his name, my voice so faint and broken.
"I am waiting," he adds, but what do I do if his eyes are pulling me deeper and deeper their depths? How can I think of anything with everything that he is percolating my poor self?