A shiver erupted through Aila's body from the touch of Damon's hands and the closeness of his body to hers. She glanced back at his reflection in the mirror and even now was still in awe that this man was her mate. She started undoing her jeans with her gaze locked with his and slowly pulled them down, revealing her thong. Damon's gaze darkened again as he broke his eyes away from hers and looked down at her body, stepping back with appreciation filling his features.
Once she threw her dirty jeans to the side, Damon turned her around to face him, and as though on cue, she slowly pulled his shirt off and slung it to the ground. Her gaze went to his chiselled chest, and she couldn't resist but leave a few kisses on his pecs and trailing her lips down the ripples of his abdominal muscles. Aila felt him inhale sharply as she began undoing his button to his jeans.
"Aila, if you want to sleep any ti soon, I'd get back up here and turn the shower on," Damon's husky voice growled; she raised herself back up, and his hands went on her bum, squeezing roughly as his face looked pained at letting her go. Aila smiled and sauntered over to the walk-in shower, and turned the faucet on.
She stripped her thong off and threw it at Damon's chest with a co-hither smile; a low growl rippled through his taut chest as he stalked towards her. Aila bit her lip and stepped back until she was under the waterfall shower head, the warm water pounding down on her head and shoulders like a masseuse beating away the knots in her muscles.
Aila looked him up and down, causing him to stop for her to appreciate the view; her eyes lingered just a fraction too long on a certain hardened muscle between his legs. She unconsciously licked her lips and looked back into Damon's swirling molten silver eyes.
A smirk twitched on his lips, "Hmm, I think you are just using
for my body, Aila."
Aila burst into a giggle as he smoothly backed her into the cool black marble wall, his hands placed by the sides of her head, caging her in.
"Alpha Damon, I think that's what you want
to do," She replied playfully as her hand trailed down slowly towards his lower region. Just as her finger touched the tip of his shaft, Damon snatched her hand away and kissed it to soften the blow of his harsh action. His eyes were now cast down at the blood coating the water towards the drain. It was the blood from her hair. Taking a deep breath in, he stepped back.
"Co," He commanded softly. Aila automatically stepped forwards; her lips were set in a pout at following orders instead of what she planned on doing. Damon smiled at her annoyance and clasped her face in his hands while water sprayed down them both. His hair clung to his face and neck, droplets sticking to his long lashes as trickles of water ran down his stubble, showcasing his sharp features.
"Let
take care of you, Angel. You've had a long night," He spoke softly; Aila's eyes widened slightly from his sweet words as he reached out to a shampoo bottle on the side. One, that was 'coincidentally' her favourite brand.
"Turn around," His baritone voice alone made her core clench. Aila spun around, facing away from him and felt his large fingers slowly lather the shampoo into her head. She closed her eyes to the feel of his fingers and unconsciously started moving her head to the areas that felt amazing. Damon's fingers were magical, massaging the top of her head. So magical that a small moan escaped her lips.
Damon chuckled as he released her from his spell and began putting the shampoo through the tips at her waist. When he was done and let the water wash away the lather in her hair, he began massaging her neck and shoulders, making her head slowly lean down, letting out a small, "ohhhh
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