#Chapter62
Lily POV
/"What are you doing Damien/" I ask as I feel his hands adventure over my hips to the front, before slowly running over my abdomen, and dipping between my legs.
/"Touching what’s mine/" He whispers before I feel him suck on the skin of my neck, his fingers caressing my slit as I feel him pull me closer. His warm breath on my neck, his other hand moving to my breast as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, making me lean back into him, my head falling backwards on his shoulder.
Layla purring loudly in my head, as his fingers move lower before slipping inside me, making me moan out. I was so lost in the feel of him touching me, that I didn’t hear the doorbell ring the first time. His hands continuing their slow torture when I hear him growl, snapping me back to reality. Damien’s hands are gone from my body as he stalks out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel off the shelf on his way out.