I woke to the sound of my own sharp inhale, sheets tangled around me, heart hammering so hard I thought it might shatter my ribs.
He was there. Dark hair tousled, eyes piercing me, lips just a hair away from mine. His hands—strong, commanding—rested on my waist, holding me close.
“Damian,” I whispered, voice barely audible. The name felt strange and foreign on my tongue, yet familiar, intimate.
The heat, the tension, the way he leaned in—it was all too real. My fingers brushed against his chest, tracing the lines of muscle I’d imagined a thousand times.
He didn’t speak, just held me, and in that moment, the world shrank down to nothing but the two of us. He held my gaze as he moved, peppering light but intimate kisses down my body, blue eyes clashing against brown. My stomach twisted w
