<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector chuckled when she said that she wasn't good in explaining. It had been indeed a little bit confusing but one thing had burned itselft in his mind. Something about kisses... He lifted her a little up until her mouth was close to his and his voice was husky when he answered her.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It was confusing, yes. But I think I heard something about loving kisses and the rest kind of got unimportant then."<br/></span><br/>His lips found hers, tenderly and still masculine, dominant and possessive. It was a kiss that had nothing sexual in it, but it somehow was like Hector just stacked his claim. 'THIS IS MY GIRL. KEEP AWAY FROM HER.' And with this hidden claim in it it was damn convincing. And extremly long, it seemed as if Hector didn't want to let go of her lips. Which he somehow indeed didn't want to do.</div>