CHAPTER 48
Samira didn’t even notice the cold temperature inside Damien’s reception area when he took away from her body the trench coat she had no time to take off when she entered the unit earlier.
She was too engrossed and lost in his kisses. His kisses had always been electric with raw, absorbing sensuality that she had no will nor desire to resist. He was hungry for her, but never in a rough nor demanding way.
Damien did not rush his moves, he kissed Samira with yearning from the deepest part of him. His tongue crusading deeper, nesting on the warmth of her mouth, caressing its softness and then retreating only to claim her again—and again, igniting a hunger inside them—and a need for more.
But—He wanted to clear out many things between them first with their minds limpid and not
