Maya blinked, heart fluttering, a mix of curiosity and shyness flooding her. “Learn… how?” she whispered.
Damien leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “How about we start with… you feeling just how much I crave you?”
Before she could answer, he pulled the blanket away. Maya’s breath hitched, eyes widening at the sight before her—hard, tall, and impossibly tempting. A rush of heat flushed her cheeks, and she instinctively leaned back, heart hammering as a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine.
Damien’s voice dropped, low and commanding, yet teasing. “Don’t just look, love… touch. Feel me. After all… you already own it.” He added a wicked little wink.
Maya’s eyes widened, cheeks flushed, as Damien’s words sank in. Her trembling fingers hovered uncertainly over him,
