Chapter 463: Theater gallery- Part 2

Her hair was disheveled, hands tied behind her back to his own pleasure he looked at her eyes which was less anxious but more worried about the dress that he had torn in the front. He had torn just enough that released her bosom for his eyes to look and his hands to touch but he didn't touch her. He admired her, looking at her green eyes which were alive and bright. 

"Nervous?" he asked her, running his hand from her neck to the valley of her chest. He could feel the faint perspiration that had formed between her breasts. 

"No," he smiled at her words.

"Excited then?" he continued to ask her.

Unlike the previous times, Damien's hand was rougher yet moved sultry on her skin. It made way to hold one of her breasts, holding it as it filled his palm. His lips made way to her neck, nibbling on them as he trailed down one bit after another at the same time soothing it with his tongue and kisses.