She opened her eyes and saw the torturous look on Damian’s face as he stared at her mouth longingly. Yet he didn’t kiss her. His eyes were dark, his breathing erratic, as if he was trying to restrain himself. Yet he didn’t kiss her. He helplessly looked into her eyes and walked away towards the door. Angela caught his hand and pulled him towards her.
“Kiss me, Damian,” she begged him. His pupils were dilated, and he picked her up and placed her on the counter. He parted her legs and stood in between them. His large hand cupped her face while his other hand pulled her closer to his body. Damian crashed his warm lips onto hers, fire crackling at the contact. Angela wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders, her fingers embedded in his silky hair.
She had never kissed in her whole life,
