Damon's POV
The conversation with Maya went smoother than anticipated. What I had expected to be an awkward discussion turned into something playful and natural. The real challenge was restraining myself from moving too quickly—I nearly lost control. Her responsiveness to my touch was intoxicating; every small reaction from her body sent waves of desire through mine. This woman was gradually dismantling my self-control.
When she expressed her desire to touch me, I felt honored—I'd been longing for her hands on me. I suggested she unbutton my shirt, and she eagerly complied, her trembling fingers grazing my skin. My heart thundered in my chest, and I guided her hand there so she could feel its rhythm. She mirrored my gesture, placing my palm over her own racing heart. In that moment, I recognized she was offering herself to me, trusting me completely.
