"I'm not—" Emilia's face flushed a deep crimson with embarrassment as she realized that this persistent man was at it again. They had just spent the entire last night together, and now he seemed to be getting excited all over again.
"Kneel, Emilia," Damien said, noticing her flustered state. Just the night before, she'd been bold and confident, but now she was shy and hesitant. As he lifted his right hand and rested it on her head, he gently pushed her down. She found herself sinking to her knees slowly, her heart racing with each movement.
"Wh-what? I don't understand what you want," Emilia stammered, trying to play coy, even as her heart thudded against her ribcage. Her eyes flickered, refusing to meet his gaze, trembling rapidly with uncertainty.
