Slowly Daman released Hera's wrists when he saw the forlorn look take over her face. He'd hit a nerve it seemed. Still hovering above her, he placed his weight on his one hand while he tenderly caressed her cheek with the other.

His lips were so close to hers, merely millimetres away and Daman couldn't help himself when he closed the gap between them.

A myriad of sensations burst within Hera when Daman lowered his lips and she placed her hands on his neck drawing him closer to her. Time had stopped for the duo as their lips embarked on a journey of their own. Daman had felt something which he had never felt before and he was the one who deepened the kiss.

It was as if electricity flowed between them. Sparks went through their veins simply when they kissed and both Daman and Hera knew that this was more than simply physical attraction.

Reluctantly, both pulled away to catch their breaths but Hera had held Daman's head in place so that their foreheads and noses were touching in the most intimate of ways.

"You're breathtakingly beautiful," Daman whispered with a deep, husky voice. "Since you walked down the stairs I've wanted to rip that dress off you and do some dirty, nasty things."

Hera wanted the duke just as much as he wanted her. He was so handsome, so manly, she loved every bit of what he exuded. She wasn't sure where the boldness sprouted from, but she was confident when she uttered the words to him.

"Do it then," Hera whispered with a newfound trait of confidence as she looked into Daman's eyes. "Do the dirty and nasty things to me."

Daman looked at her with a desire he couldn't control and his eyes searched her face for any ounce of hesitancy. He couldn't find any and he was pleased to find that Hera's body was responding, she was breathing heavy and her her heart pounded in her chest. His desire was further fueled when Hera brought her hands and ran it down his torso over his shirt.

"You're simply too beautiful," Daman breathed out deeply. Slowly his hand travelled down to the curve of her waist and further down to the broadness of her hips and all back up again to the mounds of her breasts. It was heaven simply feeling her up. Daman once again placed his lips on hers in a kiss starting of tender which then turned into something ferocious.

Hera met him halfway and the Duke's hand was franticly trying to unzip her dress. He wanted to feel all of her, to cherish her in a way like no other when she unraveled for him.

"Oh Daman," Hera let out a breathy and intense moan as his lips went down to her jaw and onto her neck. Daman sucked on her neck, teasing her sweet spot which made her shake. Nobody had ever managed to turn Hera into mush like he did. Her body practically melted for him.

"Take it off," Hera said in a frenzy referring to their clothes.

As quick as he could, Daman pulled down her zipper and allowed her pretty pink dress to disappear. Likewise, Hera hastily pulled apart each button of the duke's shirt until he was also left bare.

Hera swallowed Hard when she saw what Daman was blessed with. The view from the shower didn't do him justice when he was up close. Hera could see the outline of his pecs, the body hair that littered his torso, the bulge of his biceps and his Adam's apple that bobbed up and down as she took in the sight admiring him.

Daman was desperate to bury his face in every part of Hera. The need to taste her body has been in his mind ever since he laid his eyes on her. Gently, Daman unclasped and pulled down Hera's white bra revealing her beautiful breasts.

It was apparent that Hera always had body insecurities but the way Daman acted and responded made her feel as if she was perfect. As if she was a seductress that could lure him in with the snap of her fingers. This was right. It felt so right.

Daman hastily cupped her breasts, softly kneading them as he acknowledged he now had a new weakness. Hera's skin was so soft, so sensual and silky to him. Her face adorned a light smile as she caught sight of the duke completely mesmerised by her chest. He was in another world as he stared at them, played with them and then like a dog craving for a bone, he greedily latched onto a nipple sucking heartily to his hearts desire.

Unknowingly, Hera's back arched in ecstasy which propelled her further into Daman's face but he wasn't complaining at all.

Soon enough, both of them were bare feeling a strange surge of comfort in their nudity with each other. "This is what it's supposed to feel like, Daman." Hera whispered against his lips as they continued to kiss each other without any shame. "This is what it's supposed to feel like," she whispered again with emotion thick in her voice.

It was such a contrast from her past. She always felt self-conscious and nervous, sometimes even scared in front of Mikael whereas even though she did feel nervous now, it was more guided by excitement and enjoyment.

Daman agreed with her. This was something different. Something entirely new from anything they've experienced. This was real. Hera was real. Daman was completely spellbound by his qiTa, his eyes couldn't get enough of her charms - her unruly curls all thanks to him at this moment, the jiggle of breasts, the stretchmarks that accompanied her, the fullness of her thighs and rounded belly...

Hera sat up on her knees and Daman followed figuring that she wanted to have her turn. Boldly, Hera placed her hands on Daman's erection and the duke was gone instantly. Daman groaned as his head rolled back because even simply looking at Hera's soft hands with her lavender coloured nails wrapping around him was practically a dream come true.

Gently yet steadily, Hera stroked his length letting his reaction guide her in her task. The contours of his face as he welcomed the pleasure caused Hera to lick her dry lips because the duke was so sexy as he let go of all inhibitions. Daman let out another guttural groan and quickly shoved her hands off quite abruptly because if she had continued for even another second, he would have burst.

"Let me eat you, my duqa. Let me have a taste," Daman breathily asked against her lips for permission as he tenderly placed his hand on her cheek seeing that she was taken aback when he shoved her off.

Hera bit her lip in anticipation since nobody had ever gone down on her before. She already felt giddy thinking about it. Daman, seeing her shy nod, gently pushed her down until she lay flat on the bed in their previous position.

A rush of exhilaration ran through him because he had dreamed of this many times as he laid in his room with a hard on. Dreams do come true after all it seems.

Tipping Hera's chin up, Daman lay a soft kiss on her swollen, pouty lips proceeding to make his way down her chest and stomach while he left a little trail of hot, wet kisses throughout. Upon reaching his destination, the duke was bewitched by the sight in front of him.

Hera was literal perfection in his eyes. Daman took note of the neatly trimmed hair that surrounded all of her womanhood and unable to resist it any longer, he plunged his face right into her.

Immediately, the warm sensation of Daman's tongue flicking her clit sent waves of euphoria throughout her body. "Good god," Hera moaned unguarded as her eyes went wide. "Oh Daman," Hera further mewled as her hips bucked against him doing their own thing .

The duke's face sank even deeper into her as his tongue performed wonders. Daman gripped her thighs and placed them over his shoulders, holding a withering Hera in place as she was struggling to combat the amount of pleasure she was receiving. This is exactly what he wanted her to feel.

"Daman...I can't-" Hera cut herself off as another breathy moaned raked through her. She tightly gripped the sheets in her hand as Daman went faster with his tongue circling her bud when he took a moment to stop and gently nip on it. Hera's body raveled in light vibrations before he blew on her clit to provide some comfort. Gently, inserting his fingers, the duke skillfully played a tune that had her writhing in ecstasy.

"Come for, Hera...Come on me," Daman daringly instructed her as he placed kisses and licks along her slit giving her a moment to come back to him. He couldn't get enough of her. She tasted so good. She tasted better than anything that he had ever tasted. Daman wanted to groan at how overcome he had become by this particular, beautiful, Indian girl.

The duke was already hard as rock but he was surprised to find himself even more turned on as Hera screamed his name as she reached her peak and effectively crashing from her high. "Oh Daman," Hera cried out some more unable to comprehend what she had just felt.

Her hands flailed around her wanting him to be closer to her after what she had just experienced. "Come here," Hera whimpered as her hand caught onto his bicep and tugged him up to her.

"You're as pretty as a picture when you come for me, my darling." Daman tenderly said to Hera as he reached her. Their heavy breaths mingled with each other before Hera placed her hands on his neck and brushed her lips against his slightly wet ones. She could taste herself on him and Daman noted that as a smirk took over his face.

Hera bashfully blushed at that but it was soon forgotten as she felt Daman's hard on protrude against her stomach. The duke had been so wonderful to her and she wanted to repay the favour.

Not thinking much of it, Hera placed her hands on Daman's chest and guiding him to lay on his back. With a smile etched onto her face, she straddled him as he looked at her with concerned eyes at her actions.

Hera took Daman into her hands once again and stroked him for a bit before she propelled herself up ready to connect both of them in a way they never have been before.

Alarmed by this, Daman promptly sat upright and stopped effectively stopping her as well. "We can't," he let out as confusion took over Hera. "I don't have a condom..." Daman said as convincingly as he could and placed his palms at the juncture of waist since he couldn't help but touch her.

He didn't expect Hera to smile when she did. "It's alright," she said with warmth and caressed his face feeling happy that he was ensuring responsibility. "I've been on birth control since I was 18 for my PCOS."

Daman rubbed his palms against her skin so sorely tempted to go all the way with her. "We shouldn't, sweetheart." He was a man after all and he knew that he'd give into temptation soon, but tonight wasn't that night. Their first time needed to be perfect. Not in some random hotel room after a fight.

Hera was now visibly confused. "Uhm.. I'm clean if that's what you're wondering," she said quizzically. "Just like you I haven't slept with anyone before... or even done what you just did a few minutes ago," Hera said softly looking down unable to comprehend why she was being rejected.

"You're absolutely priceless, Hera," Daman said looking at every feature of her pretty face smiling at her pureness. "But I can't take that away from you... Well not until marriage that is. That is if you are willing to marry me?"

Hera's eyes which were previously downcast flew up to look at Daman. "Is this supposed to be another marriage proposal? Because it's terrible timing."

Daman gently caressed her face easing the frown lines. "This is the cliché part where I say it's not you, it's me."

Hera took a small moment assessing him before she nodded understanding what he was saying. In that moment she returned the respect that he had always given her.

Not wanting to seem like a complete tool, Daman took her delicate hands and guided her to his length once again picking up from where they left off. They could do many other things tonight.