Damian sat in the middle of a velvet three-seater couch. He turned first to Racheal, his voice low and reassuring.
"Hey, it's okay," he murmured, reaching out to tilt her chin up gently with his fingers.
Her wide eyes met him for a fleeting second before dropping again, but she didn't pull away. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, then trailed down to her temple.
Racheal's breath hitched, her hands clenching in her lap as his mouth moved to her ear, nipping softly at the lobe. She let out a tiny whimper, her body tensing like a coiled spring.
Ruby watched with a grin, shifting closer so her breast pressed against Damian's arm.
"She's adorable when she's nervous"' Ruby teased lightly, her hand sliding up Damian's chest to toy with the buttons of his shirt.
Without waiting, she popped the top one open, exposing a sliver of his toned skin. Hazel chuckled, mirroring her on the other side, her fingers working the second button free.
