#Chapter27

His eyes bore into mine before he picked me up from the dresser and walked us over to the bed. Damon then laid me down on the cool sheets, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Leaning down, he kissed me hard before straightening himself again. Damon gripped the button on his jeans and popped it open; with one swift flick of the wrist, he slowly undid his zipper, easing the pressure on his restricted cock, which was hard and pressing against the material of his pants. Just as Damon pulled his pants down, someone knocked loudly on the door, startling us both.

I grabbed the...