Hot and heavy

Damian bent down and took Shaylin by the back of her thighs, picking her up in one swift move and wrapping her long legs around his waist as he marched forward into the room. As he did so, they both heard a tear of the fabric loud and clear and Shaylin just knew it was her beautiful dress that got torn at the slit all the way up to her waist, but they did not even stop. As the emotions ran high little did anything else matter, let alone a piece of fabric she wore tonight; nothing could ruin this moment for them. These two aching souls craved each other’s body and soul more than air to breathe, and no other creature, no traditions or reason had any more say in it. With a final slam of his foot Damian kicked the door closed, glueing his hot lips back to Shay’s neck in the process, not meaning to let go any time soon; only let them explore further.

As they were finally hidden away from the rest of the world and their passion confined within the walls of Shay’s suite, the walls in her hea