I didn’t even remember how my back ended up pressed to the cold wall of Damian’s room — or maybe it wasn’t his room. Maybe this was just another corner of the house he owned… or controlled.
All I knew was that his hands were there. On me. Around me.
My breath caught the second his lips crashed into mine. No warning, no gentle lead-up — just fire. Unrestrained, unapologetic fire. His kiss wasn’t a question, it was a claim.
Before I could even gasp, Damian’s hands slid lower, gripping my thighs with a strength that sent my pulse into overdrive. He lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the movement as natural as breathing… or maybe as reckless as jumping off a cliff.
My heart was hammering against my ribs so violently I thou
