His body ached for her, swelling to his full size instantly. His lips caressed hers, drinking her in, tasting every inch of her mouth. He could not stop there. He kissed her cheeks, her chin, peppering her neck with long, languishing brushes of his lips. His hands slid over her waist, up to her breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. Her chemise was the only barrier between them. Damien needed to feel her skin. He peeled away the garment, moving it over her shoulders and down her arms, easing it away from her flesh. He exhaled slowly as her breasts were revealed to his ravenous gaze. Desire fueled his already starving appetite. He could not get enough of her. He dipped his head to taste of her pointed nipples. She inhaled sharply. His tongue flicked around the hardened tips, swirling her into oblivion. He wanted to give her what she gave him, the abandon and the trust. The absolute joy. Her skin was cool against his hands as he eased the chemise from her body, pushing the fabric aside so he could gaze upon her splendor.
