Amara sucked in a breath. God he was angry, even if his voice didn't betray it. She stared at him mutely, unable to utter a sound, offering no sounds of protest as he reached over and slowly lifted her top, his hands skimming it off of her, before he reached for her pants and undid them. She felt so aroused, in a trance as he lowered them and let them fall to her ankles, Amara blushed as she stepped out of them, her arms going across her chest defensively, feeling vulnerable in her red lace panties and bra. He didn't seem to notice, his eyes turning pitch black as he raked his eyes over her, almost growling in satisfaction.
Damien stared. She was so damn beautiful, that figure of hers to die for. Her skin is utter perfection. Everything about her was perfect, stunning in a wholesome way a
