She wanted to escape, but he held her tightly in his arms, even under him, with no way to hide.
Her gaze shifted left and right a bit, and finally, she accepted the situation.
"It's... itchy there..."
Damon's eyes flashed, his handsome face still held desire, slowly revealing a smile.
Though the smile was faint, it brought along a visual impact that words couldn't describe.
Showing off his unique charm, effortlessly bewitching her.
"Where's itchy?"
His chuckling question made Chloe pause for a few seconds. She wasn't clueless after all. The implication of the question made Chloe feel awkward again.
"I mean my neck!" Chloe's voice unconsciously rose, obviously afraid he'd get the wrong idea.
Damon chuckled softly, "Why are you so worked up? Of course, I know you mean your neck is itchy."
Chloe bit her lip tightly.
He was so annoying.
Damon chuckled, once again leaning in, lips touching her neck.
Chloe gripped the back of his shirt, her body slightly tense.
"Is it here that's itchy...or here?"
With every spot Damon kissed, he would ask in a low voice. Chloe bit her lip, restraining herself from making a sound, but her body relaxed and tensed involuntarily with his kisses.
"Seems like everywhere is itchy." His deep, pleased voice echoed, a slightly prickling sensation coming from her neck.
Feeling Chloe shudder slightly, Damon chuckled, lightly licking the kissed spot.
He straightened up, watching a faint red mark gradually appear on her fair, delicate skin, a wicked smile seeping into his eyes.
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