'What?', Damien was stunned when he saw Emilia grasping his face, pulling him into a kiss. At that moment, their lips merely touched, but gradually, Damien eased into the embrace.
His hand slipped beneath her dress, gliding down her smooth skin and feeling each curve along her spine. She was unaware of his movements until his hand reached the delicate curve between her buttocks, his middle finger pressing gently against her rosebud.
"Angh!", Emilia's eyes grew wide as she sensed his finger pressing against her tiny spot, having already slipped in a small millimeter. She attempted to pull away from the kiss, but Damien shifted his weight, twisting his body to hover over her, his hand still positioned at the back of her dress, above her forbidden area.
