Warlock Ch 49. Kitchen Play
"Damian..." she whispered, her voice breathless, but she didn't stop him. If anything, she encouraged him, her fingers sliding under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle beneath her hands. She pulled the fabric over his head, tossing it aside without a second thought, her body pressed against his bare chest now.
The cool air hit Damian's skin, but all he could feel was the heat between them, the way her body seemed to fit perfectly against his. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands roaming over her back, feeling the curves of her body. He didn't care about anything else in that moment—just her. Just the way she made him feel like he was right where he was supposed to be.
