Repayment

A kiss

Damien West was kissing me. It was something I had dreamt about when I was younger, to feel his lips against mine. But I had no hope of it ever happening because Damien had made it clear on the day of our wedding that he had no interest in getting intimate with me. And yet here we were, pressed together and making out so passionately. His tongue had slipped into my mouth and was sucking against my tongue sweetly, I could taste the wine we had shared half an hour prior.

His arm found the curve of my waist and pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible. At this point I wasn't even sure I could ever get over what a damn good kisser Damien was, he made my entire body go weak and only the pleasure of his touch registered to me.

' Of course he is good at kissing ' The dark part of my mind which wasn't high on Damien's touch said ' He must have kissed a lot of women '

And that was the reality wasn't it? Damien was nothing more than a playboy, he had happily kept that reputatio