Corrine groaned and pressed her fingers on her throbbing head. She was planning to block Damon from messing up with her head but his voice was sultry and husky. She could clearly hear his lust from his voice.
'Corrine. I feel so hot.'
"What the hell is wrong with him?!" She blurted and pulled the cover away from her. It was so sudden that when the quilt caressed her nipples under her thin shirt, her eyes went wide from the tingling sensations. "Damn it." She cursed and pressed her arm to cover her chest.
'Meow!'
Her cat was on the floor. It's body was bent and taut and he looked helpless and tired.
"Damien. What's wrong?"
For a moment, she forgot her own discomfort and approached her cat. She was worried for him more than herself. She gently picked him up and cradled him to her chest.
