Even if someone did notice, no one would dare show it—not in front of Damien. Realizing that no amount of pleading would sway him, Chloe parted her parched lips.
“Please, Damien… at least let me keep my clothes on.”
“So, you want me to hurry up and put myself in you.” Damien’s lips curled into a teasing smirk as he slid his long middle finger inside her, tracing her inner walls.
“That’s not what I meant— ah…!”
When he simultaneously stimulated the hidden spot deep within her and her exposed clitoris, Chloe was rendered speechless, her body trembling. Observing the quivering of her inner thighs, Damien swiftly undid his trousers, his arousal springing free. With a single, practiced thrust, he filled her.
“Ah…!”
Chloe cried out as her body yielded to him, her inner muscles clenching in instinctive recognition, as if they, too, had missed him. The weeks apart had only heightened their hunger.
“My beloved Chloe.”
