Damon straddled my legs, and I looked at him in both surprise and anguish. His grip on me was tight and it was starting to hurt. I had teased him yes, not really sure why, but my loins ached for him and my body was still healing post-birth, not really allowing me to follow through. “What do you mean, punish? Is that like some sex thing?” I uttered.
“No, it’s like some killing thing.” A wicked grin played on his face.