Chapter 7: Resolution
Their bodies intertwined, lips locked in a passionate embrace, Maria and Damien's hearts pounded with a frenzied tempo.
Damien's hands roamed over Maria's barely-concealed body, slipping under the remnants of her torn gown. He marveled at the velvety softness of her skin, the way her curves seemed to fit so perfectly against his own muscular frame.
Her own hands explored the vast expanse of his abs, tracing the hard ridges that formed his V-shaped torso.
His hands continued to roam, now wandering upwards, squeezing her breast, teasing her painfully erect nipples through the red lace lingerie.
"God, you're fucking beautiful," Damien whispered huskily against her lips. "I've wanted to tear this off you since the moment I saw you tonight." He ran a hand down the length of her body, stopping abruptly at the apex of her thighs.
When Maria brought her hands down, Damien moaned, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.
He took his time kissing his way down her neck, peppering her sensitive skin with small, teasing bites. His tongue swirled over her nipples through the lace, drawing them into taut peaks.
"You like that?" Damien asked, his breath hot against her breast.
"Yes," Maria hissed, arching her back.
He continued his descent, torturing her with every touch. Maria writhed beneath him as her lover teased her through the thin fabric.