Isabella′s POV:
I swallow, feeling the sheets shuffling once again. My eyes pin towards the red numbers reading 2:54 am. More grumbling sounds made its appearance as the two dots continue blinking.
I choke on the air when I an arm snake around my waist, hot breathing brush against the top of my head. Biting my lower lips, his hand sinks up towards my breast as my body involuntarily arched towards him.
I moaned, feeling his hand squeezing my breast. While I laid there, I wondered if he is awake. Steadily, I rolled onto my side and looked at him. His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by the youthful appearance. He looked peaceful.
Damien gripped onto me tighter, throwing a single leg over mine. Motioning a hand in front of h
