Damien pulls me down on the bed and we topple on it, preventing any more thoughts. Satisfaction sings through my blood as his heavy weight lands on me. His familiar scent wafts over me making me dizzy with need.

I need this.

I need him.

This is where I belong.

I struggle to touch his skin, but Damien beats me to it as he shrugs off his sweater in one swoop and plants his mouth back on mine. My hands roam freely across the wide expanse of his back while he tugs down the neck of my sweater. I murmur something unintelligible as he bites my shoulder, marking me. His tongue rubs soothing circles on my skin, taking the sting away, making me moan in ecstasy as he suckles his way up my shoulder into the crook of my neck.

“You make me fucking crazy, Aaliya,” he growls as he lifts my sweater off me and tosses it behind him. My leggings follow the same path. I have no spare underwear so I’m wearing none right now. His eyes light up with desire, the green overtaking the grey in his gaze, seeing me spread before him. His chest heaves with uneven breaths and his eyes lock onto mine.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I frown. “Yes...but...” He puts a finger on my lips as he reaches forward and lifts something.

His lips find mine and I grab his arms, lifting my hips to press against his erection once again. I need more and I need it now. Damien moves my hands from his biceps and raises them above my head as he continues to kiss me. I need to touch him, to run my hands on his skin. I try and move my hands but I can’t. A shudder runs through me when I realize that my hands are tied above my head, my wrists knotted together in my red shawl.

“Damien...what...” I start to say but he cuts me off.

“Fuck! You look beautiful. I’ve imagined you just like this, all nude and perfect with your wrists tied up in this red silk.”

Fire leaps under my skin at his hotly whispered words.

To know he’s been thinking about me like this, makes my heart soar. His hands roam a slow torturous path down my body, setting my skin ablaze. His finger swipes through my center and a moan escapes my mouth.

“Oh, Aaliya! You like this, don’t you?”

I nod, incapable of speech right now. How is it that I never knew this side of him? We’ve never indulged in this kind of play ever and now to be lying beneath him like this, completely at his mercy, unable to move my hands, watching him look at me with lust filled eyes, all of it makes my body burn hotter than the fires of hell.

I like this unknown side of him.

No. I love it.