For a moment, the world stopped moving.
The sound of the river faded, the cool night breeze stilled, and all I could feel was the searing press of Damian’s lips against mine. My mind screamed at me to pull away, to shove him back, to remember every reason why I should hate him. But my body… my traitorous, weak, desperate body… it moved on its own.
I kissed him back.
The moment my lips molded to his, something deep inside me broke free. His hands, warm and calloused, cupped my face as though I were something fragile, yet the heat between us burned like wildfire. I could taste the remnants of danger and possessiveness in his kiss — the same possessiveness that had me tangled up in knots since the day I met him.
Damian growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my mouth, pulli
