Beatrix shivered as he removed her shirt, leaving her bare and exposed to his heated gaze.
Beatrix blushed and covered her breast with her hands averting her gaze from him.
He then removed her shorts and rolled it down her thighs and legs until it brushed past her toes on its way to the floor.
She was wearing a bright red thong with a thin lace edging--the sexiest underwear she could find in her wardrobe. Damien eyed it with a smile on his face and traced the outline with his fingers,
Beatrix was certain she was blushing deep enough to match its color.
He hooked his thumbs on each side and pulled them off of her in a slow, torturous motion.
"Don't be shy darling, let me see you." He muttered softly grasping her chin to turn her face to look at him.
Beatrix swallowed and slowly removed her hands from her breast. She has always been insecure about her breasts.
It was too small compared to her mates being a B cup.
