The next morning felt normal at first. Damien woke me the way he usually did now, slow kisses along my spine, hand sliding between my thighs before my eyes were even open. I arched into his touch, still half-dreaming, moaning softly when his fingers found me already wet.
He chuckled against my skin, voice deep from sleep. “Morning, baby.”
I rolled onto my back, legs falling open without thinking. “Morning.”
He kissed me properly with deep, lazy, tongue sliding against mine while his fingers circled my c**t in slow, teasing strokes. I was panting into his mouth within seconds, hips rocking up, chasing more. He pulled his hand away just as I started trembling.
I whined. “Don’t stop.”
“Not yet.” He kissed my jaw. “Shower first. Then I’ll finish what I started.”
I glared at him. “You’re
