Damien moaned against her mouth when her hand dropped in front of his pants and cupped the hardness there.
He cursed and pulled away, dragging in a loud, uneven breath.
"You're going to kill me,Beatrix" he muttered,
shaking his head and pulling away from her.
"I swear I'll be dead from a blood clot caused by you.."
"Oh- but I didn't mean to. Do you want me to help you?"
Damien chuckled, "I know you don't mean to my sweet girl. You're just a walking vixen who always drives me crazy."
Beatrix blushed and suppressed a smile, "Let me help you ease your burden." She said gazing at the hard erection in his pants. It looked painful.
Down raised a brow at her, "And how do you plan on easing that?"
"I, ah, never knew what the body was capable of," she answered, shyly glancing at him from underneath her lashes.
"Until you showed me. Now you have to finish through with the lesson by teaching me how to pleasure you too"
