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

Damian was already in bed while on the other hand, I was standing in the bathroom, facing the mirror. I was wearing one of Damian's huge shirt. There was nothing underneath. Sometimes, I felt like Damian and I were more than all that. Yes. I wanted more from him. I wanted a happy ending. Damian was not just ready for another relationship. I was happy with whatever he was offering to me. I sighed and walked out of the bathroom to see Damian already sleeping. I slowly tiptoed to the bed so that I wouldn't wake him up. He seemed so peaceful when he was sleeping. I slowly lifted the blankets and got under them. 


Chapter 52: Nice Sex