Damien’s hand glides across her hip, his rough fingertips sending a trail of heat through her skin. Slowly, he moves lower, his touch light but deliberate, stopping just above her clit. His dark eyes hold hers, filled with hunger and something deeper.
“And the sweetest p***y on the planet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
A shudder runs through her as memories of that first night flood her mind—the way his fingers had unraveled her, pushing her to pleasure like no one ever had before. The anticipation coils deep in her belly, and instinctively, her hips shift toward him, silently begging for his touch.
Damien’s lips curved into a dark smile, watching her body respond to him like it was made for his hands alone. He leaned in, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear, voice a growl
