Raven smirks, tilting her head as she teases, “And I did well even with you trying to distract me.”
Damien leans in, his breath warm against her skin as he inhales deeply. “I can't help it,” he murmurs, his voice laced with hunger. “I love your scent. I’m addicted to it.”
Before she can react, he turns her and gently presses her back against the rough bark of a nearby tree. His large hands move over her back, tracing slow, deliberate paths that send shivers through her body. His touch is firm yet tender, as if grounding her while pulling her deeper into his world.
His golden eyes darken with something raw and possessive. “Seeing you like this, carrying our baby…” His hands move down, brushing over the gentle swell of her stomach. “You’re stunning.”
The way he says it makes something in
