Maya leaned forward until her face was inches from the hard planes of his stomach, her breath hot against his skin. She planted a row of soft, lingering kisses across his lower abs, feeling the muscles jump and ripple under her touch.
Damien’s head fell back, his jaw tight enough to snap. A low, tortured groan escaped him as she continued her deliberate assault on his composure. He was vibrating with the agonizing effort of not touching her, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides as he let her take exactly what she wanted.
With a slow, predatory grace, she pulled his pants down. His c**k sprang free—long, mighty, and achingly hard. Maya didn't flinch; instead, she gently wrapped her hand around the heated length of him, stroking him with a rhythmic, maddening softness.
