Chapter Thirty Seven

Hope

That night, I was dressing for bed when Damian came up behind me and curled his arms around my waist. His hands rested over my stomach as he nuzzled a line from the top of my shoulder to the sensitive region just below my ear. Goose bumps danced and scattered along my skin, and i trembled against his chest.

“I much prefer you naked, Hope,” he said as he slid one hand up to pluck at the string of the gown I had just slipped on.

His words speared through my mind, sparking a distant remembrance. For a moment, i had an image of him standing before me, staring at me with glowing eyes, saying those exact words. I struggled to remember more, but it slipped away as fast as it had slipped in.

I closed my eyes in frustration even as i gave way to the pleasure of his touch.

He slid the strap over my shoulder, following it with his lips until it tumbled down my arm. Then he turned his attention to the other side, giving it the same down my arm. Then he turned his attention to the other s