Damon woke up, pleased to see that Talia was sleeping soundly with her head on his shoulder.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and then he observed her sleeping form. No matter from which angle Damon looked at Talia, she was perfect. Her scent, her warmth, the way her palm rested on his bare chest… everything was perfect. Perfect for him.
Another thing that made this experience several folds better was that Talia was wearing his t-shirt.
Last night, Talia wanted to go to her room and get something to sleep in, but then Damon gave her his t-shirt which she reluctantly accepted.
He never saw a woman sexier than Talia in his t-shirt, and her bashful smile when she exited the bathroom stirred him more to devour her. Vixen.
The most seductive thing was that Talia was absolutely ignorant of how gorgeous she was.
Talia was unspoiled and Damon was itching to introduce her to the lusty side of life. Soon.
