"Oh, you are one to talk, Emilia", Damien laughed softly as he maneuvered his body once more to bring her closer, gently withdrawing his fingers from her little hole which felt like suction, while tracing a slow path up her spine, which trembled with each movement, until he grasped the hem of her dress.
"Hahh... Hahn... enjoy your mockery as much as you want.", Emilia, breathless and still feeling the echoes of discomfort in her forbidden area, exhaled deeply as he removed his finger. Though the pressure had lessened with his weight being lifted, he continued to grip her hand tightly, not allowing her any freedom of movement.
"Are you not going to stop me?" Damien asked, locking his gaze with hers, as his hand gently pulled the hem of her dress towards him.
