Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

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Katherine sucked in air when Damien whispered those words, and she slowly released her breath when she felt his lips brush on her ear — she was immediately sent spiraling down to ecstasy, making her clutch his broad shoulders.

Her hand trailed to the back of his head and her chest heaved up and down as she relished the sensation of his lips kissing and his tongue flicking on her neck. She tilted to the opposite side to give him more access in which he took advantage by trailing his way further down the base of her throat. The feel of his tongue on her skin was both hot and wet — and she loved it.

Katherine arched her back when Damien's hand found her leg. He stroked her up and down before he brushed his hand all the way up to her bare thigh, his warm hand setting her skin on fire — she couldn't help herself but let out a soft moan.

The sound of her soft cry made Damien raise his head, he wanted to see how she looked at that exact moment. The flushing of her face, her slightly parted lips, and how her eyes were closed was such a sight to see. He saw her slowly open her eyes as though she was wondering why he had stopped.

"You're so beautiful, Katherine," he told her, his eyes boring into her own pair of lusted ones.

Damien lowered his head, placed a kiss on her lips before he got off of her and picked her up in his arms. 

She instantly hooked her arms around his neck and she couldn't help herself but start kissing his cheek… his jaw… the corner of his mouth. She felt him tighten his grip on her and after exhaling, he carried her like she was cotton towards her bedroom.

Entering the room, Damien kicked the door shut before striding towards the huge bed and placing Katherine in the middle of it. He quickly removed his shoes off before he removed hers and even massaged her feet a little. She propped on her elbow and watched him do his magic, thankful that his hands relieved the soreness she had endured that night.

He had been taking care of her all night and she could only enjoy every minute of it while silently wishing that she could do the same for him. "Thank you," she muttered after her feet felt better.

"You've been really good tonight," he said as his hands gently squeezed her foot. "Allow me to reward you."

As soon as he said that, Damien lowered his lips on her ankle and started trailing feather-light kisses in a slow, and painfully satisfying manner. Katherine lost strength in her arms and she flopped back onto the bed, closing her eyes and feeling the way his lips touch her skin until they reached the highest peak of her thigh that was exposed from the high slit — she moaned again.

Damien's jaw clenched as he raised his head to see her expression, satisfied that he got her turned on just by doing that. He loved seeing her reactions — it was addictive.

He crawled up until he was above her and kissed her lips, in which she responded ever so eagerly. He ran his tongue on her lip and as soon as she parted her lips, he dipped his tongue inside, yearning to taste hers with soft, gentle strokes. She tasted so sweet and he wanted more.

His hand swept on her side and streamed down to her bare thigh. She loved the feeling of his hand on her skin that she wrapped her leg around his back, allowing him to touch her more. And Damien loved her legs because they felt so delicate under his hand and Katherine's legs were a perfect pair that he wanted to claim all for himself.

At that moment, her mind was blank as she followed his lead and continued to make out with the man whom she desired the most. She never thought she could feel so much attraction for him at that moment and she wondered if it was pure love… or was it only lust?

Before they knew it, Katherine was already trying to unbutton his shirt with so much effort, her fingers were slightly shaking — she was unsure if it was okay for her to do it.

Noticing her difficulty, Damien pulled back a little and looked down where her hands were working on the second button of his shirt before he shifted his gaze and met hers. He saw her swallow and knew that she was feeling shy about what she was doing when she stopped and bit her bottom lip. 

Katherine could see that Damien's face was also flushed and his eyes were aflame. She was still wearing her dress and yet he had already undressed her with his stare. The way he looked at her was so sensuous, she could feel her heart skip a beat.

Placing his weight on his left hand, he grabbed her hands with his right and kissed both of them before lowering them down. "Let me," he said.

Keeping his gaze at her, Damien lifted his torso up so that he was kneeling before her and slowly unbuttoned his shirt halfway. He reached the back of his shirt and pulled the whole thing over his head in a very swift manner, tossing it to the floor while Katherine locked her eyes on him. He truly was so good at stripping in front of her, even the ordinary actions became so hot.

Katherine steadily lowered her stare from his face… to his broad shoulders… his biceps... to the planes of his chest… down to his hard abdominal muscles. Her man was glorious — how could he be so beautiful?

Her crazy side jumped in very quickly and voiced in her head, 'You counted wrongly, there are obviously eight…'

Damien allowed her to appreciate the view in front of her. He had never thanked himself for all the hard work that he put in his training as much as he did at that moment, knowing that she loved what she was seeing. Especially when her hands reached and touched the hard buns that he worked so hard for — he felt like the touch of her hands on him was his reward.

"Beautiful," she muttered as she slid her hands up to his hard chest and pulled him in for a kiss.

Damien pressed himself to her, she could feel his hardened shaft on her abdomen at the same time that her hands burned from the heat on his body — it was so contagious that she started feeling hot as well.

He groaned in her mouth when he felt the urgency in her kisses. He ground his hips towards her and heard her whimper. 

"Did I hurt you?" he breathed, the two of them panting as they broke their kiss.

"It's… your belt." 

Realizing that the buckle of his belt was in the way, he briskly unbuckled and removed it before he lowered himself again. "Better?"

Nodding, Katherine kissed him again. Damien's kisses were so addictive — this damn man definitely knew how to use his mouth.

Slightly lifting her back off the bed, he carefully unzipped the zipper of her dress all the way down her waist, all without breaking their kiss. Katherine knew what he was doing and all she could do was let him work his hands on her. After the small struggle, she laid back down and felt her loose dress slowly being lowered.

Damien's hand stroked her thigh and glid up her side until it found her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

His lips trailed kisses down her neck, licking, and nipping his way to her chest. When he heard the soft sound of her exhale, he raised his head and waited for her to meet his stare as though seeing her getting turned on made him even more excited.

When Katherine opened her eyes, she saw Damien looking at her as he lowered his lips to her skin again — this time, he tugged her dress down, showing her black lace bra. She anticipated what he would do and the next thing she knew, he slid a hand behind her back and with one swift motion, he unclasped the hook of her bra. Such an expert.

That little act made her pant and he had not even done anything to her yet.

"Is this okay?" he probed despite knowing it was a little late to ask but he still felt the need to. He saw her slowly nod at him.

Damien's eyes trained on her chest while he slowly removed her bra out of his way, exposing her ample breasts before him. His fingers lightly brushed over the mole that she had on her left breast. 

"This is mine," she heard him say. He palmed it, squeezing it gently before his lips pressed on the curve. His mouth drew in the little nub that stood erect in his face as though it was begging for his tongue's soft caress.

Just as Katherine felt his hot, wet mouth on her, jolts of electricity shot through her core, making her grab his shoulders as she suppressed herself from letting out a cry.

Damien didn't leave her other breast unattended — he moved his mouth towards it and gave it the same attention that he did on the other one.

With every graze of his teeth on her nipple, he would feel her grip on his shoulder. He gently tugged with his teeth and then flick his tongue to soothe it. Katherine threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer. She did not expect to crave for more now that Damien was passionately consuming her once-neglected breasts.

The moist between her thighs was evidence of her growing arousal. And when he started tugging her dress even lower, she all but bit her lip to stifle the moan as his lips streamed more kisses going downwards.

Katherine could only grip the sheets and curl her toes, unsure of what to expect now that Damien had completely removed her dress off of her.