Chapter Seventy Two

Damien kicked the door shut behind them without breaking their kiss. The scent and taste of her blood mingled into their kiss. Moaning, his little mate pulled back and attempted to remove his blazer.

Growling, the demon Lord tossed her on the bed and began to take the first layer of clothes off. His gaze darkened as he focused on her panting chest. Tiny beads of blood that broke the surface of the wound on her neck began to slide down.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded.

The tone in his voice pulled at the strings of the dam that was ready to burst. Rina sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her hands grazed over her lace bra but made no move to take it off.

Her mate growled once she stopped. She smirked at his impatiences and traced her fingers around her breasts then pinched her nipples through the fabric. Rina pushed her mounds together knowing her actions were only poking at the beast before her.