Damien thought he was a confident man who couldn't be pushed around by anyone in his life.

That was, of course, until he met Mina. It was late at night and he was returning from a night

out at a local pub when he first laid eyes on her. She looked like no woman he had ever flirted with

before, though he was certainly a handsome man in his early thirties, and could flirt his way into

most women's pants, this gorgeous creature was in a category of her own.

Her skin was pale as snow, hair long and smooth, the color of ambers, eyes bright and dark, the intense stare of a predator focusing on him,

making Damien feel his knees wobble as he attempted to walk.

Come here, handsome, I want to get to know you better, she cooed, and though he only knew how

gorgeous she was, and little more, he followed her into a stunning, yet completely empty bar across the street. He was hypnotized by her gorgeous hourglass figure, the way she swayed her hips from side to side, as she stepped towards the bar. There was something supernaturally

enticing about her, he thought dreamily, not yet understanding how true that feeling was.

I'm going to make you mine tonight, she whispered, pressing him fiercely against the bar, her sensual,

curvaceous body rolling over his own, making Damien groan with pleasure. She was the most

exotic creature he had ever laid eyes on, and as their lips met for the first time, he felt a tingling sensation spreading all across his

body.

I don't even know your name, he grunted against her full lips, flushing all over, quivering

for her incredible touch.

He couldn't understand how such caresses, no matter how sensual and enticing they might be,

could make him lose his mind that way. She was incredible, and every time she as much as rolled her

fingers over his skin, or even over his shirt, Damien felt hypnotized by her enticing touch.

I'm Mina, and you are Damien.

She purred, and the young man opened his eyes as wide as marbles, wondering how she could

have known that.

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