Damien leaned back into the couch, his hands cupping her sides, holding her steady as she settled against him. Maya’s palms pressed to his shoulders, feeling the taut strength beneath. Her chest rose and fell against his, each breath sparking heat between them. Firelight flickered over their bodies, painting the hunger, the tension—the raw, unrelenting pull that had been burning since the moment their hands first touched.
Leaning forward, Damien captured her lips in a deliberate, hungry kiss—slow, claiming, a promise and a demand all at once. His mouth lingered, tasting her, deepening the pull until she melted against him. When he finally broke away, his breath was hot against her lips. “There… perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with need. His hands pressed her closer, guiding her against
