Eilika's hand rested against his chest, her lips moving against his as she felt the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm. A quiet desire built inside her, a silent wish for him to touch the places he hadn't yet explored.
As if sensing her unspoken thoughts, Damian pulled away just enough to let them breathe. With slow movements, he slid the nightdress from her shoulders and removed the thin chemise, leaving her skin bare to the cool night air.
Eilika's cheeks burned hot under the intensity of his gaze. Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of vulnerability, she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, but Damian caught both of her wrists in his hands. He guided her arms up, pinning them gently but firmly above her head against the mattress.
"Don't cover yourself," he said, his voice dropping into a possessive undertone as his eyes locked onto hers.
"But I feel—"
He cut her off, silencing her protest by pressing his lips firmly against hers.
