Lana’s world was spinning.
She felt weightless and consumed, lost beneath Damian’s touch, his lips, the heat of him.
Every inch of her skin was on fire, every nerve ending burning with a need she didn’t understand but desperately craved.
And Damian—
He was everywhere.
His mouth, his hands, the way his body pressed her into the mattress, molding against her like he belonged there.
Lana gasped as he rolled his hips again, a slow, agonizing friction that made her body tremble.
It was too much.
And not enough.
She could feel the sharp edge of desperation in his touch, the tension in his body, the restraint hanging by a thread.
His name escaped her lips in a breathless whimper, her head tilting back, surrendering to the pleasure rushing through her.
Damian growled, his teeth grazing
