All Chapters of Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Her concentration left her both in class and during sessions because her mind always thought about Damien and how the first day they will go intimate would be.She became so frequent in her sessions and made sure she never missed a day. She just loved having the feeling that HE was looking at her.She had thought the previous sessions were the peak of her nerves, but she was wrong. She walked into Damien’s studio one morning and instantly felt the same magnetic pull as before. The room smelled of oil paint, turpentine, and faint traces of charcoal dust in the air as usual while the window let out a spill of sunlight.Damien was already at his easel, preparing brushes and mixing colors on his palette. He barely looked up at first, just muttered a “Good morning” in that deep of his, but when his eyes finally met hers, Lena froze. It wasn’t just looking. It was holding. His gaze lingered in a way that made her throat dry and her palms warm. She wanted him to just grab her, pin her to the

Damien’s brush slowed. His eyes rose and fixed on her in that way that always left her exposed, pinned.“You,” he said softly, “have an energy that’s…different.”Her lips parted slightly. “Different how?”“Most people put on a face. They perform. Even if they’re still, their bodies are…pretending.” His gaze lingered on her a second too long. “You don’t know how to pretend.”Lena swallowed. The words hit her deeper than she expected. “That’s not always a good thing.”“It’s honest,” Damien replied, his tone low. “And honesty shows.”The room went quiet except for the faint scrape of his brush. She didn’t know what to say, so she looked down at her hands.Halfway through, Damien suddenly set down his brush and looked at her again.“Take off your shoes.”Lena blinked. “What?”“Your shoes,” he repeated. “And socks. Stand barefoot.”She stared at him, waiting for him to explain. He didn’t. He just waited, that same steady patience in his expression.“Why?” she asked, her voice a little unev

The room was dimmer than the main studio, lit only by a few soft lamps that stood near the corners. The walls, however, were lined with canvases. Some leaned against the wall, some hung neatly in rows, others stood unfinished on easels. It was like stepping into Damien’s mind, into a place he hadn’t let anyone else see.Lena froze at the threshold. “This is your…?”“My private gallery,” Damien finished for her. His voice was quiet, careful. “These are pieces I don’t usually show anyone. Some are finished. Some… are only beginnings.”Her eyes roamed over the paintings. She saw bodies, nude figures mostly women reclining, standing, twisting, stretched in poses that were at once vulnerable and powerful. The brushstrokes were bold yet precise. Damien’s eye for detail was staggering, his ability to capture flesh and shadow almost overwhelming.Lena felt warmth crawl up her neck.“Why are you showing me this?” she asked, her voice low, like she didn’t want to disturb the air in the room.“B

Silently, almost guiltily, Damien rose to his feet and crept toward the bathroom. His chest thudded with each step. He told himself it was wrong, that he should turn back. But when he reached the door, the faintest sliver of space was left open, just wide enough to peek through.And so he did.Damien knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But his body moved before his conscience could stop it.Through that small crack, his eyes landed on her. Lena stood by the sink, her robe discarded carelessly to the floor. She had leaned against the counter, one hand braced against the sink while the other roamed her own body. Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs.Damien’s breath caught. His trousers tightened painfully, the ache nearly unbearable. He wanted to just bang the door open and bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her body but it was against his work description

The space widened. Her most intimate self was revealed, the delicate folds glistening faintly under the warm studio light.Damien’s breath caught.Lena felt the tremor in her stomach, a wave of heat rushing down between her legs. She could feel the pulse there, the throbbing need that betrayed her attempt at calm. His gaze was heavy, so heavy it was like a touch.“Like this?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.Damien’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes. Exactly like that.”His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry.Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in t