Kapitel 80: Squeaky Clean

A shiver erupted through Aila's body from the touch of Damon's hands and the closeness of his body to hers. She glanced back at his reflection in the mirror and even now was still in awe that this man was her mate. She started undoing her jeans with her gaze locked with his and slowly pulled them down, revealing her thong. Damon's gaze darkened again as he broke his eyes away from hers and looked down at her body, stepping back with appreciation filling his features.

Once she threw her dirty jeans to the side, Damon turned her around to face him, and as though on cue, she slowly pulled his shirt off and slung it to the ground. Her gaze went to his chiselled chest, and she couldn't resist but leave a few kisses on his pecs and trailing her lips down the ripples of his abdominal muscles. Aila felt him inhale sharply as she began undoing his button to his jeans.