"I thought you'd wait until I'm ready." Shelly asked almost whispering.
"And when would that be?" Damien asked while his hands were busy caressing her thigh.
"B-But you said-" He cut her off by kissing her on the lips.
Damien tied her hands on top of her head. She felt his hand remove her underwear, then brushed his hand in between her thighs.
When he released her lips, he moved his lips to her neck. His kisses were hungry and aggressive.
"Damien." When she felt his hand was now on her pussy, Shelly called out his name.
He stared at her with his eyes were burning with desire.
"Shelly, you know I cannot control my desire towards you. If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay? I won't force you." He said in a soft voice.
It was hard for her to know her mate's expression. If only she could see him. It was frustrating not to even see the one you love.
"Don't stop." She said.