"Damn It!" Damon cursed as he ran a hand in his hair. He had gone out to calm his rage but had returned hot and needy. How he wanted to kiss her wrists until he reached her neck and then lick her there until she trembled under his touch.
He was needy for her, only her. Sarah or someone else could not fill that gap. It seems to be increasing and sucking him whole. Sleep was the last thing to come to him now. So he went to the study and started reading the files he had received from the marquis.
When the morning rays enveloped their manor in a tight embrace, the door of his study was knocked. Theodore entered when he did not hear any reply.
"My lord! Lady Olivia is waiting for you. When will you depart!" Damon paused. The line did something to him and even though he knew the woman had no interest in him, he smiled.
"I will be there in an hour. Ask the lady to check the preparations first." Theodore frowned at once not liking the reply.
"My lord…"
