CHAPTER 359: MY LORD, PLEASE ALLOW ME THIS HONOR

Damon turned his head slightly. Erin had slipped into the bath with him, her naked form pressing against his back.

The crimson liquid lapped at her pale shoulders, and her wet, dark hair was plastered to her skin, making the startling blue-green of her eyes seem even more vibrant in the dim light. She offered no excuse, her expression a mixture of devotion and a strange, primal confidence.

"I was told a proper massage requires direct contact to transfer warmth and energy, my Lord," she murmured, her voice a low purr against his ear. "It is most effective this way."

Damon let out a short laugh. "I’m sure Riven’s lesson was very... thorough."

He was just happy this one hadn’t met Ellora next. Sure, he had the self-control to withstand one of them, but the two of them combined? He doubted if any man in his right mind would have the self-control to ignore these two women at the same time.

Damon let out a sigh and allowed her to continue. He didn’t push her away. He leaned back, settling his weight against her. There was no need to overreact about a simple massage.

Erin took this as her cue. Her slender arms wrapped around his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his hardened muscles before her hands moved to his shoulders.

The massage began.

Her touch was nothing like he expected. Her fingers, though nimble, possessed a startling, wiry strength that dug deep into the knots of tension coiled around his neck and shoulder blades.

It was a pressure that was both painful and intensely pleasurable, a focused power that seemed to seek out and destroy every trace of fatigue. She kneaded the muscles with a practiced rhythm as if she had an intuitive understanding of sinew and bone.

Damon grunted, his head falling forward as she worked a particularly stubborn knot below his scapula. The suffocating feeling Aiden had left on him began to loosen its grip.

The combination of the potent blood seeping into his pores and Erin’s relentless, therapeutic assault was overwhelmingly effective. He could just let himself enjoy this wonderful feeling for a few hours.

Damon closed his eyes, trying his best to focus on relaxing his body rather than the stunningly beautiful naked woman who was plastered to his back and who was running her hands all over him. It was very difficult but still doable.

Just as he got comfortable with the whole situation, suddenly a curve ball landed on him without any warning. The dangerous woman shifted from his back to his front, jumping to his lap.

Damon was completely caught off guard. One moment her fingers were digging mercilessly into the hardened cords of his shoulders, the next, she had slipped around him with serpent-like grace and perched herself boldly on his lap, crimson waves lapping against his chest as her weight settled lightly over him.

Her blue-green eyes gleamed with mischief as she continued her massage as if she hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, as if this was simply a natural progression of things.

Damon’s eyes widened at the unexpected shift, but he didn’t pull away. He swallowed as he allowed himself a moment of indulgence, savoring the sensation of her soft skin against his. His hands instinctively found her waist, his grip firm and steadying.

"Is this also part of the treatment?" he asked, his gaze trailing over her naked seductive figure.

A beautiful smile bloomed on Erin’s face. "Of course, my Lord. The tension in your chest is more stubborn. It requires... direct persuasion."

Her fingers, now exploring his chest, were as deft and powerful as they had been on his back. He could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation that spread through his body.

As her hands moved lower, tracing the lines of his abdomen, Damon’s breath hitched. He could feel the heat rising between them. His not-so-little general was already ready for duty, knocking on the door for a while now. He was about to completely lose it.

To make things worse, Erin rubbed her bare ass on his hardness, letting out a small laugh. Her laughter was soft and seductive, her breath warm against his ear.

"You endure so much, my Lord. Perhaps it is time for you to let go, to trust in the hands that seek only to ease your burdens." Her hands moved lower still, her fingers tracing his lower abdomen.

Damon’s breath hitched again, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her closer. The crimson liquid of the bath swirled around them, the warmth and scent of it adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Her fingers danced along his skin as she licked her lips with an intoxicating expression.

Damon closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her anymore. Her perfect curves and her supple body was way more than he could handle, especially when she was sitting right there in that position, all ready for him to fuck her into oblivion.

He was not a saint damn it. He was just a man. Just how much restraint could he show when women made it a point to jump on him without their clothes on? His general twitched in impatience knocking on the door again and again, wanting to simply barge in.

"My Lord, please allow me this honor." Erin sweetly spoke before her hands moved further down, running up and down.

Her words sent a jolt of desire through him, and he could feel his control slipping. He knew he should resist, should maintain the distance and formality that his position demanded. He should not be taking advantage of her like this...

But in that moment, with her soft skin against his and her bare ass on his general...

Damn it. It was just a massage with a happy ending. Was it really necessary to think about it so much?

Damon’s thoughts raced as Erin’s hands continued their exploration, her touch both gentle and insistent. He could feel the tension in his body unraveling, replaced by a growing need that demanded satisfaction.

Then all of a sudden her hands disappeared. Just when he was about to lose it and pull her down himself, he felt something soft and wet lick him.

Damon’s eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping his lips as the unexpected sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. Erin was staring up at him from down there, having taken all of him inside her mouth.

He could feel the back of her throat hitting him, her tongue running all over his length. Her tongue was warm and wet, her touch both tender and insistent as she explored him with a skill that left him breathless.

"Erin.. What are you doing?" He growled.

She looked up at him, her blue-green eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. "I am merely continuing the treatment, my Lord. Sometimes, the most stubborn tensions require... alternative methods."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Seeing her naked body looking up at him with those mesmerizing fuck me eyes was the last straw on the camel’s back.

Damon’s hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the wet strands as he guided her movements.

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