Under Control

Ch 46: Lost Memory

Jeremy pov:

"Thanks for letting me stay here, things have been hectic to say the least." I fluff up my pillow for the couch I was gonna sleep on.

"It's no problem." Damien shouted from across the house. 

He'd been kind enough to offer up his house for me to stay at till things calmed down. I'm not gonna complain, he's nice, he's hot, and it's a free place to stay at.

I turn around to ask for a blanket when I find him standing at the hallway entrance In just a towel. My fucking God is he ripped. God put his whole pussy into sculpting this man.

As much as I'd like to ogle him I notice his gaze is sadder and not as joyful as it usually is. He nods and moves to the kitchen island, pouring himself a drink.

"I-I need a blanket." I motioned to the couch. He nods and downs the drink in one go, heading to a closet right after.

"Will this work?" He tossed me a soft fuzzy black blanket. I smiled and placed it on the couch, trying to not let my eyes wander for too long.

"Yeah… is everything alright?" I sit on the arm of the couch and rub my neck. He chuckles and shakes his head, biting his lip as he moves back to his empty glass.

"No, not really. I'm not sure how to cope with losing my father." I was surprised to hear a British accent slip out of his mouth. It should make sense considering Azrael has one.

"I'm sorry for your loss, if there's anything I can do to help just let me know." I walk closer and place a hand on his naked shoulder. 

He turns around and faces me, dark blue eyes holding a storm inside. He glanced at my lips, I strangely felt nervous under his gaze. He reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes. He smiled and traced his fingers down my face carefully.

"Damien…" My eyes watched his lips, so eager to taste them.

"You mind distracting me?" His voice was husky and deep, a shiver running down my spine.

"Are you sure?" My fingers toyed with the towel hanging lowly on his hips.

"Absolutely." 

Not wasting a minute I captured his lips in mine, they were soft and heavenly. We've kissed before but it was too heated to actually savor it. This was slower and much more delicious.

I wanted to remove the towel but he moved my hands away, opting to grab my legs and lift me up. I held his strong shoulders and wrapped my legs around him to not fall.

"I feel so dainty." I broke the kiss, marveling at the guy's strength.

"Just like a pretty princess." He recaptured my lips and carried me down the hall.

Forgive me Amilia, I will be fucking your girlfriends brother with no shame. None at all.

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Azrael pov:

The sunlight shone in, casting a beautiful glow onto Amilia. The blankets rested around her lower back, her hair messy and sprawling everywhere.

The scars that marred her skin looked elegant, her tan skin looking like caramel in the light. I reached out and stroked my fingers across her back, smiling when goosebumps rose. She hummed and moved her head to face me, a dopey smile on her plump lips.