Elara's POV
Damien woke me with his lips planting buttery kisses all over the top of my back.
My body was pressed against my chest with everything touching arousingly: his chest to my back, and his c**k to my ass.
And one of his naughty fingers was already traveling between my legs, his teasing fingers sliding through my folds.
My heart jumped, but I stayed still, my breath catching in my throat. They moved as if they were testing how wet I was for him.
"Don't move," he whispered in a gruff morning voice against my ear. It was low and rough. And his fingers kept moving in slow circles over my c**t, spreading the slickness.
My mouth fell open with a moan. The room was dark with just a sliver of morning light coming in through the moving curtains.
"Good girl. Stay just like that."
