Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 146 - Touch

The words that came out of his mouth sounded more like a statement than a question. It was as though Damien knew that Katherine was antic.i.p.ating exactly what he wanted to do to her. And just because of that question, moist began to pool between her legs.

She was still sore from last night but with her gorgeous boyfriend wanting to get his way with her, how could she even dare to say no?

Biting her bottom lip, the two of them stared at each other before she asked, "What's on your mind?"

Still grinning, he leaned and brushed his lips and nose on the side of her neck and spoke, "I want you to strip for me."

Katherine's breathing hitched when she felt the feathery touch of his lips on her skin. Subconsciously, she gripped his shoulder and knew he was smirking.

"It seems to me that you want to try? You already wore this for me… Can I not have a bit of a show?" He pulled back and dragged his stare towards her face, meeting her aflame gaze. 

"Is that what you really want?"

"Yes."

She swallowed. "Pour me some red wine…" 

Damien knitted his brows and tilted his head. "Do you plan on getting drunk? Because I don't want that. I want you sober."

She felt hundreds of b.u.t.terflies in her stomach. She always knew that he would never take advantage of her but still hearing that from him touched her heart — it only made her determined.

"No… I won't drink so much. Just to help me with the jitters. I promise." 

"Why red wine?" he wondered.

"It… relaxes me. Just don't ask… please?" She got off him and started clearing the cake and champagne from the table.

"As you wish." Damien smiled and headed towards the wine fridge. 

He poured wine in two gla.s.ses as he watched her move around the living room and a certain memory flashed in his mind - the night of when she was almost his... the same night that she disappeared on him.

Damien went to the bedroom with two gla.s.ses in his hands and Katherine followed him inside. Noticing her presence, he turned around and gave her a gla.s.s. He had changed his mind and started, "You don't have to do this if you don't—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, she s.n.a.t.c.hed the gla.s.s from his hand and downed the wine. His mouth hung open and he did not have the chance to stop her. He stifled a laugh and ran his fingers on his jaw before drinking his wine. "Kitten…." 

"Tell me what to do," she said as she set down the gla.s.s on the table.

"What?"

She sucked in air and looked at him, her expression serious and unreadable. "I don't know how to do this… you have to help me."

He took another swig of the wine before setting it next to her gla.s.s on the table. Inching towards her, he saw her sticky gaze that focused on his lips and he knew that she wanted to kiss him.

Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her to him, pressing their bodies together as he slightly parted his lips.

Katherine did not think twice and grabbed him by the neck, pulling his head towards her for a kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair as her tongue slowly parted his lips and lightly swirled it inside, tasting the red wine in their mouths and coaxing a moan from him. 

He deepened the kiss before slowly breaking it. "Wow… are you sure you still need me to tell you what to do? You seem so eager, Kitten." She panted and heat crept up her face. She was flushed - already feeling hot and bothered.

Despite his question, Damien stepped back and took in her current appearance. She was wearing a white maxi dress and her hair was tied into a loose bun. "Beautiful…" he mumbled.

He walked and stood behind her. She was about to turn and face him when she heard him say, "Don't move." So, she remained where she was. He tapped the screen of his phone a few times and soon, Kelly Rowland's voice filled the room singing 'Motivation'.

The next thing she knew, Katherine felt Damien's finger touching the knuckles of her left hand. His simple touch made her release a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

His finger trailed the back of her hand… to her arm… to the inside of her wrist, drawing a soft circle before it disappeared. She turned her head to the side, wondering why he stopped.

A small smile danced on his lips as he observed her in front of him. "Did you like that?"

~~And when we're done, I don't wanna feel my legs

And when we're done, I just wanna feel your hands all over me baby~~

She didn't answer and only bit her lip, antic.i.p.ating what he will do next until she felt a finger now tracing her other hand. It was warm… and agonizingly slow, making her close her eyes while reveling in the sensation that his finger was giving her as it reached her elbow before it disappeared again.

Katherine cursed in her head — she was aching for more. He was only touching her with his finger yet she didn't want anything else but for him to touch her fully… with both of his hands and his magical fingers everywhere! "Damien…" she breathed.

"Yes, baby?" he asked, brus.h.i.+ng her hair to the side and revealing her neck.

She antic.i.p.ated for his lips to touch her skin next, instead, she felt his fingers caress her jaw… her neck… her nape… down to her shoulder blades, leaving a trail of electric current on her flushed skin. And just before his fingers were gone, he placed a soft kiss on her neck, earning a moan from her. 

"I like how responsive you are whenever I touch you," he whispered just above her ear before he backed away.

Damien walked towards the modern leather chaise lounge at the corner of the room and grabbed a handful of the s.h.i.+rt from his back before he removed it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

He sat on it and stretched his legs out as he watched Katherine still standing at the same spot that he left her. She was looking at him with pa.s.sionate eyes, trailing over his bare torso and his endless legs that were still covered by dark grey lounge pants — his hard-on pressing against it.

Leaning back, he rested his elbow on the backrest and his finger brushed on his lips as he nodded at her, gesturing to the knot on the side of her dress.

Katherine dropped her gaze and knew what he meant. As if she was under his spell, her hands quickly reached and tugged it.

"Ah-ah-ah... Why hurry? Slowly, Kitten…" he demanded.

She dropped one hand and allowed the other to slowly tug the end of the knot, releasing it from the tie.

"Katherine…" he called, making her look at him and without even saying anything else, he held his gaze with hers. It was as if they were having a telepathic conversation. Damien wanted her to look at him as she undresses herself. 

"I love your dress but you don't need them anymore. I prefer them off you and onto the floor where they belong," he said.

Katherine could feel herself burning up — she needed the dress off her now. It was getting hotter by the second.

Following what he said, she completely tugged the knots of her dress and soon, it dropped to the floor, revealing the s.e.xy red lacey lingerie hugging her body.

Damien's gaze raked all over her, taking in every inch… every curve… every swell. "Perfect." He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his gaze landing on the new tattoo on her thigh that was the same as his - onyx.

"As much as I like them on you though, I want them off you now."

"Top off," he ordered.

Katherine ran her fingers on the lacey material and the outlines of the top before she pulled it over her head. A slow smile crossed his face as he watched her. 

Clenching his jaw, he got off the lounge chair and strode towards her. "Take off your underwear," he commanded, in which Katherine obliged like a good girl and s.h.i.+mmied out of it.

Grabbing her waist, he ushered her to the bed and laid her on it. 

"Did you like that piece?" 

Unsure why he was asking her, she nodded.

"Hmmm… me too. We should get more sets." 

She was aching for him to touch her. "Stop talking." Feeling bold, she reached and tugged the waistband of his pants.

A soft chuckle escaped from his lips. "Don't worry, my love… I'll take you soon," he said just before he removed his pants and hovered over her, a foil packet ready in his hand.

Without wasting another second, the two of them once again tangled and tussled on the bed all night long. Having their bodies so close with each other: rubbing, sliding and brus.h.i.+ng. Filling the room with the symphony of their groans and moans until they both pa.s.sed out - spent.

The night was well spent.

But no matter how much they had pleasure on their vacation, they knew they wouldn't be able to get enough of each other. This new level of intimacy was just the beginning.