Chapter Twenty Nine

Closing her eyes, Samara felt her body quake as she felt his touch. She was really going through with this, she thought within herself nervously.

Suddenly he rose to his full height and lifted her up in his arms. He kissed her breasts, lifting his head briefly to admire them with savage, sultry eyes before returning to run his tongue over the hard peaks that grew even tighter from his touch.

He tugged on them gently with his lips while pleasure snapped his body taut at the slight breathless moan that was ripped from Samara’s throat. He lifted his face again and looked at her. The sight of her head thrown back in languid ecstasy made him fear he could not be gentle taking her.

He clenched his teeth as passion inflamed him, drove him to lay her down on the bed so that he could free himself from the confines of his trousers.

Samara fell silent as she beheld him, fully aroused, poised over her.

“Damien, I am frightened.” She suddenly says.

He knelt beside her and stroked her hair. “My