Chapter Forty Eight

Rina's breathing settled into a calm rhythm, the twitches of pleasure ran through her ever so often. The pleasure this man, this demon could invoke in her was unbelievable. He sent her to highes she didn't know were possible.

She could not deny the attraction between them nor what she wished to do as well.

She curled to her side, careful not to mose her hair further and face the bathroom door. Damien threw the towel back in her bathroom and came out. The large bulge pushing against the fabric of his pants was obvious.

Rina pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her dress remained scrunched up above her waist, her core free of any covers. Her head tilted to the side as she gazed at the powerful demon before her when he approached her.