Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

"Hello" Damian answered when he picked up his phone. We were currently standing on his porch. He was just about to open the door when his phone rang. I stood beside him, waiting impatiently for the shower. "Right now?" he asked, sounding a little bit annoyed. "Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes" he sighed, his eyes trailing on me. He ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket. 


"You need to go" I stated while offering a reassuring smile to show him that I didn't mind him leaving for now. I was tired and even though the sex in the shower was a tempting idea, I felt like I might collapse due to the tiredness. 


"Yes. My father has something important to announce" He breathed. I watched as he brought his hand to my face and gently moved my hair away from my face. He tugged the strand of hair behind my ear. 


Chapter 47: Intruder