Damian's Assassin

His words took her a minute to register. She flushed and looked him over, then took a step back in to the living room. Dusty tossed his phone on the nightstand and set the alarm clock.

"Do you have any extra blankets?" she called from the living room.

"Nope."

He was being more of a dick than usual, he knew, but he was too tired tonight to care. He threw himself down in bed and closed his eyes. He'd just started to fall asleep when he sensed the intruder. His instincts reacted to the threat before he was fully awake. He wrenched the attacker across his body and pinned him beneath his own body weight. Only when he heard the soft, female wow did he realize who it was.

He blinked, registering the blaring alarm. He released one of her wrists and leaned over, slapping it, before returning to the warm body beneath him.

"It's been going off for five minutes," Bianca said.

He focused on the woman whose body was pressed beneath his. She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face. Her large eyes were pinned to his, her pupils dilated and breathing quick. He had her wrists pinned above her head. She wore a camisole and shorts, her large breasts straining at the thin fabric between them.

Desire rose hot and fast in him, more so when he felt the cool tickle of her power, the combination of cool energy and warm skin making his blood race. He felt the rise and fall of each breath and was inches from the slightly parted full lips just begging for a kiss. She gazed up at him, soft eyes taking him in.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she whispered.

"I can't complain about waking up on top of a woman," he replied.

He admired her flush, and she looked away. She tugged at her hands, but he held her tight, enjoying the feel of her beneath him. He could imagine a great many things to do to her perfect body. She met his gaze again, her breath catching.

"You get one freebie," he warned her. "Next time, it'll cost you to leave my bed."

In that moment, he had a feeling she'd pay up without resistance. Of course, a woman like this one wasn't the type he could fuck and walk away from like Jenn. Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.

With some regret, he rolled off her and padded to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on him. He couldn't shake the fire in his blood or the sense of how soft her supple skin, how warm her body felt beneath him.