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

I watched as his eyes widened and his posture tensed at my words. Why did I say that? I was caught in the moment. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I knew that I was in love with the man who was standing in front of me. Whether he loves me or not, didn't not matter in that moment. I was somehow relieved. I felt more at peace with myself. I just needed him to know. Damian seemed conflicted and surprised by my words. Why was he so surprised? I inhaled then smiled. 


Chapter 62: Help