Disgrace: the condition of one fallen from grace.

Damon

The first night…

I rescued her from an attack in the seedy underground of New York City.

The second night…

She told me the first of many lies.

She thinks she can keep me out of her world, but she’s in over her head and needs a protector. Watching her, being near her, it gives breath to something dark inside me. Something primal and forbidden. Forbidden to me.

Because in six months, I’ll be a priest.

And she complicates things.

Sample from Disgraced

 

Damon

“Forgive me father for I have sinned…”

I knelt in the confessional, my face hidden from view. I didn’t know what I was doing here. What I sought. I felt more confused than ever.

More full of her than ever.

Last night should never have happened.

I should have walked away.

Instead, I brought her to my rooms. Told her to wash the makeup off her face. To strip off her dress.

To come to me.

And even knowing she was forbidden, knowing it was wrong, I took her hand and lay her down and looked at her.

All of her.

Traced every flower inked on her body.

Traced more than that.

I opened her and inhaled her scent.

I tasted her.

Felt her come on my tongue.

Felt her tremble beneath me.

Knowing all along the sin I committed.

And here I knelt now, seeking absolution, yet unable to confess. Because I wanted more, so much more. I wanted what was forbidden me.

I wanted her.

I had always wanted her.