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

The next morning,  I woke up with a big smile. Damian was still sleeping next to me. He looked so peaceful when he slept. No frown, no glares. Nothing. I took a deep breath and slowly moved so that I wouldn't wake him up. Once I was no more on the bed, I looked around for his shirt. Where did he throw it yesterday? A grin made its way on my face when I thought of yesterday. Everything was so intense. 


Chapter 53: marking