♥ Chapter 47♥

Yara Voss. 

14:00 ''Hotel ''Suite'' Paris.

I wake up feeling a gentle caress on my cheek. My eyes slowly open, and I come face to face with Damien, his intense gaze staring at me with a serene smile on his face.

'' Good afternoon, my love. '' he says in a low, calm voice.

You blink for a few seconds until you process what he said. I widen my eyes.

''Late!? Like this? '' I quickly sit up in bed, surprised.

Damien laughs, amused by my reaction.

''It seems like you were very tired. It's already two o'clock in the afternoon.

I run my hand over my face, still in disbelief.

''I didn't realize you were that tired...

But the next moment, memories of the previous night invaded my mind. Shit. They know! My heart sinks as I remember why I tried to go to sleep so early. Kael told them about what happened in the dressing room. I make a sound in my throat, trying to hide my embarrassment and change the subject.

''Where are Magnus and Kael? '' I ask, trying to sound casual.

Damien gives a small smile.

''Since today is the event, Magnus had to leave early. Kael accompanied him this time. We'll meet them there later.

I nod, trying to appear unconcerned, but my mind remains on what might have been revealed. I feel my face heat up as Damien watches me with that intense, penetrating gaze.

''W-w-what was it? '' I stutter, nervously.

He leans over me slightly, licking his lips teasingly.

''Kael told us what he did to you in that dressing room... Damn, baby. I felt so jealous of my brother for being the first to try it.

My breathing becomes heavy. The air seems to escape my lungs as I feel the blood rush through my body. Damien leaves me completely disarmed with his words. He lets out a sigh, pulling away with effort, which only makes me wish he wouldn't stop.

''I have to control myself... You are a temptation. '' He laughs lightly, but the sparkle in his eyes shows that he's serious.

I feel a pang of disappointment when he walks away. Why did he stop? Part of me wanted him to keep going, to not hold back, and to move forward with what we were clearly feeling. But instead, he gets up from the bed and looks at me with a soft expression.

''Go take a shower, my love. Let's get ready for the event. ''Your voice is affectionate but firm.

I nod, still disappointed but knowing he's right. I get up from the bed with a sigh, heading over to the bags of clothes Kael bought me yesterday. Furthermore, I chose a dress that I thought was wonderful from the moment I saw it.

It's a tight, black dress that hugs the body in a way that exudes sensuality without being vulgar. The top has a "V" neckline, deep enough to be daring but not exaggerated. The straps are thin and cross at the back, leaving part of them exposed. The fabric is light but has a slight transparency on the thighs, which gives the set an even more seductive touch. The side slit goes up to mid-thigh, revealing the legs in an elegant and provocative way.

I grab a pair of black lace pants to match, along with a towel, and head to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and lean back for a second, releasing a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. What situation am I in? They know what happened, and now Damien has made it clear that he was jealous of his brother. My thoughts are in a whirlwind, and part of me still feels the pulsing desire that was born in the dressing room.

I turn on the shower, letting the hot water run over my body, trying to clear my mind. How will I face them today? I wonder, rubbing my arms, if the water is helping to calm my nerves. Of course, I want them all. This is undeniable. But the fear of not knowing how to approach the subject or how this could all evolve makes me tense. What if I can't handle it?

At the same time, another part of me already knows the answer. I want them. I want to give myself completely. The fitting room experience showed me something I didn't even know I wanted, but now, it's impossible to ignore. I just need to find the courage to deal with everything.

I get out of the shower and dry myself quickly. Furthermore, I get dressed in my lace pants and then slide the dress down my body. It fits well, highlighting my curves and making me feel powerful, although a little exposed. I look in the mirror, running my fingers through my still-wet hair. Yeah, I think this will work.

I leave the bathroom, and as soon as I enter the bedroom, I feel my entire body heat up as I lock eyes with Damien. He's standing in the middle of the room, his eyes roaming every inch of my body with an intensity that makes me shiver. The desire and lust in his eyes are undeniable, and my heart races.

I look at him and realize how sexy he looks. Damien wears an impeccable black suit, which fits perfectly with his lean, strong body. The white shirt he wears under his jacket contrasts with his skin tone, and the thin black tie complements the look. The suit accentuates his broad shoulders, and the fit on his legs is impeccable. He's irresistible, and my thoughts start to run wild. What would happen if you ran your hands over his chest and felt the heat of his skin beneath his shirt?

Suddenly, I hear a deep growl coming from him. I look up quickly at his face, and the sparkle in his eyes is even more intense, full of desire. That look makes me burn inside in a way I've never felt before.

Damien advances toward me in quick steps, his hungry eyes devouring my surprised expression.

''Fuck, my brothers can wait. '' He murmurs hoarsely, and, before I can react, his lips are on mine, kissing me with an overwhelming intensity.

I don't hesitate. I return the kiss with the same hunger, my mind emptying itself of any thought other than the touch of his lips on mine. His arms wrap around me tightly, pulling me against his warm body, and the desire I feel increases exponentially.

I feel like the world around us has disappeared.

The kiss becomes even more intense, our tongues intertwining in a frantic rhythm, and I feel the heat of desire grow in every part of my body. In the heat, I turn my face to the side, trying to catch my breath, but Damien doesn't give me respite. He trails his lips down my neck, nibbling gently and leaving hickeys that make me let out an involuntary moan.

''Damien...'' I murmur, my voice cracking with pleasure.