He turned his head to the side and took my fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.
I could feel my arousal hitting me hard. I shivered and rubbed my legs together.
“Do you like it?” he asked when he let go of my fingers.
I could only nod, feeling the speech robbed from me.
He smiled, looking pleased.
I licked my lips, and his eyes honed on them. My heart fluttered in my chest, my breathing grew erratic, and I suddenly felt hot.
I wanted to fling the blanket off my body and keep it close for protection at the same time.
Damien made the choice for me when he grabbed the blanket and slowly pulled it off me. I didn’t stop him.
His eyes heated their way down my legs.
“Jesus,” he said under his breath. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m supposed to let you recover.”
I pouted. “Why?”
He looked at me before he let out a small chuckle. “Why, indeed? Are you wearing anything under Nikolay’s shirt, pet?”
I flushed and shook my head a little.
“Fuck. Show me. Lie back down on the bed and pull the shirt up to your collarbone.”
I hesitated, feeling self-conscious even if a part of me grew excited from his words.
“Do it now, baby. You know I don’t like to repeat myself.”
The last sentence was said a little harder. Something wild shifted in his dark eyes. Slowly I did as he asked, lying back down on the bed, adjusting my position a bit, and pulling the shirt up.
I bit my lip to keep from making any noise as the fabric glided across my sensitive skin. I pulled it up all the way to my collarbone, exposing myself to him.
I held my breath as he took me in.
I flinched when he moved his fingers over my middle.
“Exquisite, pet. Do you know how hard it will be trying to stay away from you?”
“Why would you?” I asked, and even I could hear the disgruntlement in my voice.
His lips twitched. “So you can heal.”
“I feel fine.”
His eyes turned hard. “No lying, or I’ll think of something creative to punish you with once you heal.”
I squirmed. The image of Nikolay spanking me ran through my head. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
Nikolay’s spanking wasn’t fun. It had hurt, but I couldn’t lie to myself and say I didn’t feel a hint of arousal from the thought.
Perhaps there was something unhinged about me.
Damien shot me a knowing look as he slid his hand down to my side, his fingers playing with the edge of the white gauze.
“How does this feel?” he asked softly. I didn’t know when his tone started to change when he spoke to me, but I loved it. I loved the softness of a man who had been otherwise hard and cold with others.