Anita shifts their position, pushing Damian onto his back as she straddles his thighs. She has the undeniable urge to see him lose himself, to see what Damian looks like without that carefully crafted, painfully earned control. Her lips move over his chest as her hand continues to touch him, pump him in a languid rhythm.

She's still in her bra and panties, and she has no intention of taking them off. Damian had wanted to touch, to kiss, to be with her, and so she gives him that. Her utter attention. Her touch. Her kisses.