It wasn't just his heartbeat that she felt but also the unblemished skin on Damien, his hard muscles which felt warm on her hand. Pureblooded vampires were told to have the same body temperature as humans. He felt warm yet dangerous with the way he looked at her. She placed the other hand on his chest. Running her hand over the expanse of his smooth chest, feeling the ridges as if he were a sculpted statue of the devil.
Along with her hands, her eyes trailed. Trying to memorize how he felt with her own time as if time was endless. When she lifted her eyes to look up at him. He leaned back closer bringing her to the center of the bed and kissing her again.
His hand slid through the nightgown that had raised itself, pushing it up further and further up, "Let's take this thing off you," his words came out smoothly, helping her stand on her knees on the bed, he held the seam at the bottom of the dress, "Lift your hands," he took it off leaving her naked to his delightful eyes.
