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 was standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for our date when something came back in my mind. I put on my lipstick and let my eyes drift to Damian who was sitting on the couch and watching me get ready. 


"What?" I questioned as I turned to look at him. He stood up and walked to me, now a frown on his beautiful face. 


"You're thinking about something" he said and leant to peck my cheek. "What is it?" he asked as he pull away to look at me. I gulped. I wanted to tell him but what if that ruins his mood for the rest of the night? I rolled my lips on my mouth and shrugged. 


"Nothing's wrong" I said, standing on the tips of my toes to kiss him on his cheek. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. I sighed as I knew that he was not going to let it go. 


"Come on. Tell me" Damian whispered. I looked at him. His gray eyes sparkled as he stared at me. 


Chapter 97: Perfection