Hailey
Damien pressed me firmly against the edge of his desk, his movements calculated yet electric. With a swift motion, he unzipped my skirt, the fabric slipping from my hips and pooling around my ankles. I gasped as the cool air brushed against my skin, only to be replaced by the heat of Damien’s hand trailing up my thigh, teasing the band of my panties.
He broke the kiss, his lips wandering to my neck, where they lingered, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, a heady mix of pain and pleasure.
I let out a trembling breath, my fingers tangling in his hair as my body arched instinctively toward him. His presence overwhelmed me, drowning out every thought but the sensation of him.
Then his lips grazed my ear, his voice dark and threatening.
