章 125: Pop

Damon reached his hand out for Aila to take, their fingers interlaced, and he pulled her down to sit on top of his lap sideways. With one hand now around her waist and the other caressing Aila's lips, as she stroked his face.

"If you do that every time I get stressed or pissed off, we will never leave this room," He smirked.

Aila nipped at his thumb and looked at him with a mischievous glint to her eyes, "I wouldn't mind if you don't."

Damon growled in return, his eyes illuminating again before his growl drowned out into a groan, and he leaned his head into her chest. "If I'd known you'd be such a little minx, I would have taken you weeks ago!" He spoke into her breasts, with one hand now cupping one tenderly. Aila gasped at his hand, already feeling the heat pooling in between her legs by his single touch.