Viper's Kiss

Chapter 12

Dameon and I sat at the table tossing ideas back and forth playing with the idea of the love turning sour. It had taken some time before we reached a consensus about our assignment. He wanted to write about the female lead dying while I wanted it to be written during the Salem with trials and we both agreed that it was from the girls perspective. He tossed around the idea of Death being her possessive lover. Luckily for the sake of our assignment he didn't disagree in fact he encouraged me to write it. "You'd be a perfect witch during the trials." Those were his exact words. And instead of responding like I wanted to, I just shook my head and started fake typing on the page hoping my brain would work eventually.

"Aww. Nothing. Not even a sharp quip. " Dameon pouted, flipping the pages of his book.

"I'd like to get this done." I sighed, my fingers finally hitting some keys. My mind had been working in overdrive once again because despite trying to figure out what to put down, I was still thinking about kissing him. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. I wanted to feel all of him, run my fingers across his scars, and moan his name. 'I'm jumping the f*****g gun. So much for friendship,' I thought to myself. I hadn't even noticed that I had typed out of the words 'Our kiss had been intoxicating' across the word document. My mind was really betraying me and I wasn't even upset it felt pointless to deny the fact that I was attracted to him. I was a freaking dark romance writer and I refused to be a clueless female lead. Clearly he was attracted to me too otherwise he wouldn't have kissed me but I doubt he'd want a relationship. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted one myself.

"Let me see what you wrote." He placed his book down on the table and reached towards my laptop.

"I didn't write anything." I sighed and pulled my device out of his reach.

"You've been hitting keys nonstop. Let me see." He reached out farther.

"It's really nothing," I snapped, swatting his hand away. I looked back down at my computer screen and frowning at the title. I moved my cursor up to the end and as I deleted an 's' my laptop was pulled away from me. "Hey!" I yelled.

A collective group of strangers had turned towards us. Their disapproving eyes shifted between Dameon and I before giving us a harsh "shhh". They then turned back towards their individual work.

"You really shouldn't talk so loud in a library." He smirked and turned the computer around. I watched in horror as his eyes flicked down to the document, licked his lips, then looked back up at me. "Interesting."

"I liked you better when you were quiet." I sighed rubbing my temple.

"Didn't you know? The grim reaper is a sarcastic mother fucker. And baby I plan to be your worst nightmare," he grinned. There was a malicious glint in his eyes which had told me that he meant every single word. He turned his attention back to my laptop and started typing words, his attention clearly on the assignment.

Despite the threat he promise I couldn't shake the chill that ran down my spine nor the dull ache between my legs. I had clenched my legs together trying to ignore the throbs that were coming in short waves. A few moments later I picked up my phone, hoping to distract myself from this conversation. Scrolling down the Notification Center I saw a missed called from Zarina then a text message. I raised an eyebrow at my screen and opened up my text, raising my brow at the message.

ZARINA: No information on the club from Derek. We're going to have to go out there. Greg said he wants to come too, kept saying we're leaving him out too much.

"What are your smiling at?" Dameon asked pulling me attention from my phone to him. He had that cold look on his face once again, his eyes clouded over. He wasn't smirking nor frowning, and it was a bit intimidating.

"I was looking up whether or not the grim reaper was sarcastic." I lied. Something in me kept nagging me that he shouldn't know about my interest in the club. I couldn't shake the memory of him going behind those doors. Derek didn't know anything about what goes on beyond those doors so it was something private. And I knew Dameon wouldn't tell me if I asked him, we weren't really close or anything.

"I doubt-"

"What did you add?" I stuffed my phone into my pocket and reached across the table. Once I placed my hands around the base of the laptop, his fingers came around and enclosed around mine. It was a strange moment but I couldn't stop myself from biting my lip and when I looked up at him he had that glint in his eye again. The one that made me want him to explore more of me, naked and completely exposed for the taking.

"Just a fantasy of mine." He smirked then released my hands watching me intently as I pulled the computer back to me.

I only shook my head in response and turned the computer to face me. I had tried to brace myself for what could possibly be the worst imagination he could conjure up but then again I had my doubts about how wicked his mind was. "Let's see," I sighed leaning forward. The paper read,

Our kiss had been intoxicating. The way his lips brushed against mine and how his tongue invaded my mouth while his hands explored my body. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my mouth nor the way my needy hands had been gripping his hair. I knew that kissing Death meant that I was marked for life, that I'd be at his prey forever but right now my mind was clouded with desire.

Death had pulled away leaving me to steady myself against my room's wall. He looked completely unfazed by our kiss and yet here I was; stopping myself from jumping his bones. I knew from the disapproving look on his face and the light reflected in his red eyes that he knew I wanted more. I was willingly kissing death and I wanted more.

I looked back up at Dameon who was thumbing the pages of his book. "This is your fantasy," incredulous dripping from my voice. He didn't look up instead he shrugged his shoulders and flipped the page. I rubbed my head trying to wrap my mind around what I read. It wasn't bad I just wasn't sure if this had some underlying meaning to it because if it did I wasn't protesting. "Kiss me."

He instantly looked up slamming the book shut. "What?"

The words had left my mouth prematurely and I wasn't entirely sure how I expected him to react. "I was saying what do you think about her saying 'kiss me?' Just a thought." I looked back down trying to hide my blush behind my computer. 'What the f**k' I thought while biting my tongue.

"We'll think about it next time. I have somewhere to be now." He stood up. "Either you leave now and I'll walk you out or you stay here. I don't care either way." He pushed his glasses up on his face more and tugged the hood of sweater.

"I'm coming." I mumbled, closing my computer and stuffing it into my bag. I grabbed both the books off the table and slung my bag over my shoulder, dropping the books in the bin on the way out. He had been nice enough to walk me to my car, letting me drop my bag in the back seat. I turned back to face him and move toward the driver's door. "When are you able to do this again?"

"Don't know yet. I'll let you know." He shrugged. I noticed his eyes focused on my mouth.

"Are you going to respond properly. Not one word answer I'm assuming." I licked my lips. I had my left elbow in my right hand, turning my head to look everywhere else but at him. I noticed him stepping closer to me causing me to back up, leaving me trapped between my car and his body. "What are you doing?"

His hand gripped my chin tugging my face towards him harshly. "You said kiss me." He lowered himself closer leaving a few inches of space between our lips. His green eyes moved back and forth between my eyes and my mouth.

"I did-" My sentence was cut short as he pressed his lips to mine. I could only gasp in response which made him push his tongue in my mouth. This time I let out a groan in response and he stepped close, pushing himself into me. And whatever self control I had left in me had snapped as I sunk into him.