Chapter 22: Heavenly

Leslie P.O.V.

Immediately we got inside the suite. Dropping my clutch, before I could say a word, Damien grabs my arm and yanks me into his own part of his suite as if I'm weightless. He pushes me up against the wall and buries his tongue inside my mouth with great ferocity.

The coat falls from my shoulders followed by the dinner gown and any bit of clothing. Allowing his hands to roam my body, exploring the dips and rises of my delicate curves. Reaching to my backside, he palms its roundness and slowly massages, matching the rhythm of our intertwined tongues. I feel the hardness of his middle, grinding into my belly button and I gasp against his lips.

Damn, it hasn't even been that long since he had been inside me yet it felt like something was missing.

Damien's hands slowly move up my bare back, over my shoulders and down to my aching breasts. I am ever so grateful when his fingers begin to flick and fondle my nipples through the tight fabric of my dress. I let a moan escape throu