The door closed behind them and Damien walked after Simone, releasing her hand to pull the sleeve of her robe and let it drop on the floor. The bottle was left on the coffee table, freeing his hands to roam the length of her arms, wrapping his limbs around her lithe frame to press against his body.
He noted the mild scent of vanilla on her skin as he pushed her hair to the side to expose her neck, letting his mouth graze her skin lightly as he spoke, âWe could still do that, be friendsâ friends who sleep together, fuck buddies.â He chuckled, aware that it might infuriate her though he did not make a move to separate himself.Â
Between the thin fabric she wore to his unbuttoned formal wear, they were not enough to hide the growing need he felt for her. One hand slid down to intertwine with her fingers, holding her in an embrace, pushing her hips to his arousal while the other rested on her thigh, hiking up her negligee, his palm sliding dangerously inwards, slowly, teasingly as he reached the lace undergarment before stopping to turn her around to face him.
He started humming a tune, his mouth curved in a mischievous smile as he began to sway them in a slow dance. Damien held he tenderly as he sang the words:
âMy funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet youâre my favorite work of artâ
He made sure to make a face at Simone as the older vampire teased her with the lyrics. His voice broke into an almost laugh when he reached the line âlaughableâ though he retained his composure and continued singing intimately to her, almost whispering the words in her ear as they danced in the middle of her living room,
âIs your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But donât change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentineâs Dayâ
He wouldâve sang it to her, to the little girl who looked at him fondly and he could already imagine the way her brows would knit at how perfectly the words seemed to describe her. But she wasnât here, Isabeau was and as his memories of the twins weaved into a blur, Damien, drunk and in longing, Â pressed his mouth carelessly against hers.
Simone didnât react as Damien tugged the robe from her shoulders, the silky material sliding over her skin as it fell into a puddle on the floor. She was left in a slip, the thin garment doing little to separate her from him as the man pulled Simone against his body. She took a deep breath and tilted her head slightly to the side as Damien  leaned in to press his mouth to the flesh of her neck, his lips brushing the skin tantalizingly as he spoke. His words provoked a scoff, and perhaps, if he wasnât pressed against her back as he was, and the arousing and unique scent of him wasnât clouding her mind, and if his voice, muffled slightly as his lips moved against her neck, wasnât sending mini shockwaves to the tips of her fingers, Simone might have pulled away and chastised him for the comment. But she could do no such thing in that moment, but instead could only offer a halfhearted rebuttal, âAnd what makes you think I wantâ,â She wasnât able to finish her sentence as his hand moved to rest on the smooth skin of her thigh just under the hem of her nightie. Simoneâs breath caught suddenly on the last word she spoke, and the hand intertwined with Damienâs squeezed as his other slowly moved higher, reaching the inside of her thigh with frustrating restraint. A warmth started in her chest and poured through the rest of her body, settling at her core, as Simoneâs free hand grabbed at the hem of the slip, brunching the material in her fist.
She was surprised when he suddenly spun her around, his hand on the small of her back, holding her close. Simone cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him, her eyes roaming his face before meeting his dark gaze. She reached up to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, moving her body in time with the tune he had begun to hum â one she recognized immediately, provoking a small smile. The woman looked up at Damien as he sang, his voice quiet but filling the space all at once. She realized as he sang the words intimately in her ear that she had never really grasped what the words meant. As she listened line by line her brow knit at how perfectly the song seemed to fit. Shaking her head, Simone rolled her eyes when Damien made a face at her, yet a giggle escaped her throat and she began to softly hum along with his words as they danced closely.
Her eyes fell shut as her fingers played with the ends of his hair. It was then that she felt it again. The tingle that started high in her cheeks and moved down her neck and into her chest. From there it spread to her naval and crawled out to her fingertips and onward to the tips of her toes. The sensation was frightening, overwhelming even, and when his lips were suddenly pressed against her own, Simone lingered in the embrace for a moment before opening her eyes and pulling away. Her gaze dropped as she shifted to put some space between their bodies. âDamienâŠ,â She cautioned, closing her eyes while steadying her breath. Her voice did nothing to hide the hesitation she felt. Looking back up at the older vampire, Simone bit her lip as her head spun. Her first thought was that he was playing her. She had seen him in action before, his voice like liquid gold as he purred in womenâs ears, his touch soft yet electrifying all at once, his eyes black and enticing â making you feel like the only woman in a room full of many. For all she knew, Simone was his third conquer of the night. She tried to convince herself that was the case, but for some reason it didnât ring quite true. Not this time. Simone could have come up with a thousand reasons to turn him down, a thousand reasons to pull away entirely, but as the final minutes of Valentineâs day came to a close, the vampire found that she simply didnât care what those reason were.
âFuck me,â she commanded, all hesitation gone. Her eyes locked on his before she leaned in, reconnecting their lips.