Warning! Mature content.
Eloise's hands wandered across Damien's body, memorising every inch of his abdomen while their kiss continued.
Eloise gasped for air when their lips finally parted, but Damien was quick to reclaim her mouth, prolonging the kiss since he was still not satisfied.
Eloise felt Damien's hand slip beneath her thigh, his palm warm against the soft skin there. She moaned softly against his lips, and in response, Damien's grip on her thigh tightened.
The small, playful action was more sensual than it had any right to be. Eloise wanted Damien to do it again, but her voice was lost in the midst of their kiss.
Eloise moved her hand up behind Damien's neck and let her fingers get lost in his hair. She had been waiting all day to run her hands through his usually neat hair to make it messy.
A smile curved against Damien's lips as she felt pleased with herself for toying with him.
