Damon.
She didn’t speak after that since she didn’t need to. Her hands were already tangled in my hair, her back arched just slightly off the mattress as her lips parted and her breath coming in unsteady waves. Her shirt hung open where I’d pulled it loose baring the smooth curve of her breasts All flushed and rising with each impatient inhale.
I’d barely touched her and she was already unraveling like a silk ribbon in my hands. Goddess, she was soft everywhere even in the places where she was strong. The toned arms, muscled thighs and the faint ridges of her abdomen from years of training all wrapped in skin so delicate it made my hands feel too rough.
I wanted to ruin her carefully guarded control. And I wanted to worship her while doing it. She tried to close her legs once I slid
