**Warning Explicit Scene*** If you don't like it kindly skip**

Damian’s eyes burned with an intense, almost primal hunger as he took in the sight of Racheal's drenched form.

The rain had transformed her dress into a sheer, clinging veil that accentuated every curve of her body. His hands, usually so gentle, now moved with a raw, urgent need, betraying the depth of his desire.

“God, Racheal,” he rasped, his voice thick with unrestrained lust. “You look absolutely fucking perfect. I can’t hold back anymore.”

He gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it higher until it was bunched around her waist, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked...