His Queen

8. Broken Barriers

Damien's POV

The kiss caught me by surprise. Looking back at it, I realized this was the third time her lips had met mine. Not that I was keeping track of it. I had stolen the first two kisses from her because I could no longer deny the physical attraction that I felt towards this woman. But this time was different, this time she had initiated the kiss, which meant she was attracted towards me too.

She wanted me just as much as I've wanted her.

Why did the thought bring me so much joy and satisfaction?

I had never felt like this towards any woman, I've had physical relationships with many who I knew wanted me for my title and also my body. Back then I would be content knowing the power that I held and my good looks attracted all the females, I would be so proud and egoistic about it.

But with Aliya, it was much deeper than that.

With her, I wasn't the vampire king who everyone bowed to anymore, I was just Damien who she had accepted in all my forms.

It didn't matter if I had a crown on my head or not. She didn't care about the fact that I was the king, she would scold me like a child and challenge me in ways I never thought possible. Despite my cold behavior, how she managed to bring the best out of me was beyond my imagination.

It's like the money and the power that I always flaunted turned to rust when it came to her. It didn't woo her or cause her to chase after me like all the others.

The connection that we had was far beyond the materialistic aspects of this world. It was out of this world altogether.

Her innocent little kiss brought me out of my thoughts. She was being gentle, as if hesitant that I would push her away. Or maybe I didn't react soon enough because I was caught by surprise when she had kissed me.

Feeling her slowly starting to pull away, I immediately grabbed onto her waist and pulled her closer. I moved my lips against her soft ones, trying to match her innocence. Her scent was overpowering me now, wrapping around me like a blanket.

Her fingers buried themselves in my hair, softly tugging on it. I deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip which made her gasp.

I tried my hardest to be as gentle as possible, afraid that she might snap back into reality and realize how much of a monster I truly was. But when she let out a small moan as I licked her lips, I was on the verge of losing control.

Then, as if all barriers between us broke, my hands reached down to pick her up as she instantly wrapped her legs around my torso. In a blink of an eye, I had her against the wall using my speed, pressing her against it firmly.

Her frame fit perfectly against mine, our bodies practically glued together.

My lips collided with hers again, this time much more urgently. Biting onto her lower lip, I begged for entrance. She let out another moan, quickly giving me access to slide my tongue in her mouth. I tasted her as if it was the first time, our tongues dancing together in the most desirable way.

It was unlike any kiss I had ever experienced.

I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to stay as close to her as possible as I explored every inch of her body, feeling every curve as my hand slid down the side of her body, resting on her small waist.

Her shirt had risen up and I could feel her warm skin under my fingers.

"Damien," she breathed out, clearly out of breath from the kiss.

The sound of my name coming from her, spoken in such a lustful way, was enough to send my mind into an overdrive.

What was this girl doing to me?