Roxana Lost Her Mind**

"But that means I can give you many kiss marks if I bite you in hidden places. Am I right?"

Damian didn't need an answer from Roxana because his lips had already landed on the Duchess' chest. He removed the dress from her body, then tore off the underwear that blocked his view.

"You! Why are you always tearing my clothes off!" Roxana clicked her tongue in annoyance. If she didn't break Damian's habit, she probably wouldn't have any underwear left.

"I can buy you another one," Damian said casually, kneading her breast as if he were kneading soft bread dough. "Besides, how could I possibly hold myself back every time I see this beautiful body of yours?"

Damian's pupils moved upwards, settling on Roxana's ocean eyes that were starting to fill with a haze of lust. To the demon, every inch of the Duchess's body held an attraction he could hardly resist, as if a powerful magnet was drawing him.