When the came up, both were painting. With what exactly, she wasn't so sure of that. Damien swam to the edge, pushing her with him so that her back hit the tiled edge of the wall eventually. He placed both his hands on either side of her and leaned in, his eyes locked on her lips. He was so close that she could barely breathe as she stared back at him. God, he had so much control over her that all he needed was one look, just one look to melt her like butter left on a hot pan. He leaned down and softly kissed her throat while his hand traveling down her body, nails grazing her naked stomach before his fingers slipped into her bikini bottoms. Hazel stopped breathing as pleasure flooded through her body just at his slightest touch and she curled her fingers in his damp hairs, trying to hold
