433 Checkmate *

[READER ADVISORY: blah blah blah. Do I even hafta?]

"Home. Now." Damien's icy tone, fiery gaze, plus Katherine's lack of underwear made her shiver. 

The next second, his coat covered her shoulders. It was warm… and it was making her feel even hotter than she already was.

He all but grabbed her by the hand and took long strides towards the double doors. She had to keep up with his urgency that she had no time to pause, snatching the detachable skirt she hung on a chair earlier and then headed out.

Without stopping, Katherine and Damien half-sprinted towards the elevator, and as soon the doors closed, he pressed her against the wall and smashed his lips to hers. He kissed her with a fervent need that she almost couldn't keep up but would never refuse.

The elevator dinged and the door opened, finding themselves at the basement parking of Central Plaza Hotel. Fumbling for the car key fob, he pressed a button and a car sounded not far from where they stood. He took her by the hand and hastened his steps as he brought her to the car.

"You're in a hurry," she teased, painting a devilishly handsome smile on his face.

They got inside the red Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita—the car that Katherine rode to the hotel earlier. When they were settled inside the car with Damien in the driver's seat, he glanced at Katherine to his right and winked, "Good thing my car's fast." Then he slammed his foot on the gas pedal.

She giggled in her seat, the fine leather material felt luxurious against her skin. "Your new pocket square looks nice." She looked down at the fabric on the coat that she was wearing. "If I had known, all this time… Should I have done that right from the start, Mr. Park?"

"You—"

The rest of his words were cut off when Katherine's hand brushed against his thigh. He caught her wrist and bit her hand playfully. "Naughty, Kitten. Did you miss me that much?"

"Let me prove to you how much I did."

…

The car ride was fast—especially because they drove in a sports car. It was a good thing that Central Plaza wasn't that far from Golden Phoenix Residences. Hurriedly, they got in the elevator as soon as they parked his car in the basement.

"Your place or mine?" Damien probed, his index finger hovering between the buttons of their penthouses.

Grabbing him by the collar, Katherine pulled him down towards her saying, "I want a huge bed and no disturbance," and then she kissed him.

She heard him slam his palm against the control panel, a few shuffling sounds, and then the beep that indicated his access was granted—all without breaking their kiss. Soon, they ascended to the topmost floor.

"Slow down, Damien." She couldn't help but laugh at his impatience.

"You pulled that stunt and now you expect me to slow down?" He kicked the door open and the massive master bedroom with a super king-sized bed in the middle greeted them. 

He put her down gently, steadying her so she could stand upright. "Katherine…"

"I've missed you…" she said, brushing her hand against his chest as she looked up at him and stared into his eyes. And it wasn't just an 'I haven't seen you for days' kind of miss—it was that and 'I've been so cold for a very long time without you, now I can't wait to have you again'.

Damien swept the stray hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He knew what she meant and he felt the same way too. "So have I," he said. "When I told you earlier that you look ravishing, I didn't just mean that you looked entrancing. I also meant that you look… delectable."

From her ear, his fingers traced the side of her neck, then along her shoulder. His finger went under the strap of her dress and nudged it outward, the strap falling over her shoulder just as he kissed the spot where the strap once was. 

His lips were cool against her bare skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, giving him more access to her neck as he gave her feathery open-mouthed kisses. When he reached her ear, he breathed, "And I can't wait to ravish you."

'Step 5. Checkmate.'

He pulled her closer, raining more kisses along her jawline while he peeled her dress off her. Katherine was now fully unclothed and exposed in front of him—this time, she didn't even do it herself.

Their lips met again. And compared to how rushed they lip-locked earlier, this time, they were gentle. It didn't last long though, because Katherine wanted more.

She slipped past his lips and kissed her way down his throat, and past his chest at the same time that she had completely unbuttoned his shirt. She stripped it off him until his torso was bare and pressed a kiss on his neck, licking his sensitive spot, and then she heard him moan her name, "Katherine..." 

Damien watched as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Soon, she tugged it down, her hands hooking at the waistband of his boxer briefs. Katherine looked up at him, and they stared at each other as if there was a silent agreement between them. Then she kissed him on the lips, on his chest, on his abdominal muscles, lowering herself until she was kneeling in front of him and leveled with his erection.

She kept her eyes fixed at the ink on his skin—at the right of his V. And without any more delay, she pulled down his boxer briefs, his shaft springing out so proudly in front of her. As much as she was so thirsty to taste him, her gaze marveled at the beautiful tattoo that he had on his body.

The orange and black colors that she noticed before was now a complete image before her: one could see a small fluffy kitten looking at its own reflection in the water—only the reflection was that of a fierce-looking tiger. The whole art painted with orange and black and a few hints of contrasting colors around the kitten and the tiger blended together was… "beautiful…" she said, tracing the lines and the circles on the tattoo.

Damien's cock bobbed at her every touch, the roof of his erection coated with his clear slick. He got harder by the second she stayed down there, her mouth just a few inches from his throbbing shaft.

"I love it, Damien." Katherine didn't have to ask. She already knew what the tattoo meant—it was as clear as day. "So, please… let me show you my thanks." 

She looked up at him, and the way she did, he already knew what she planned to do. But he still asked anyway, "How do you intend to do that?"

"By making you the happiest man tonight." And then, Damien's eyes closed just as her mouth wrapped around the head.