Damien could smell the alcohol and her sweet scent mixed together. Her lips that were now an inch away from his looked extremely tempting. All he had to do was to lean forward — he could claim her and finally taste what he had been wanting to taste.
He clenched his jaw when he felt her hands brush his nape – her every touch was making him walk to the edge of his death as he controlled himself, not wanting to take advantage of her drunken state.
His hands even stopped moving and was only holding her up to keep her from swaying. His already hardened member greeting him in a salute didn't seem to realize the danger that they were in — if anything, he may have even found the situation stimulating.
