KAIDORA
Damian’s eyes dropped to my lips for the nth time. He swallowed, his tongue wetting his lips. He told me he was going to kiss me in three seconds. He counted, I didn't move, but he still didn't do it. He was hesitating.
He looked back at my eyes, and I saw none of the anger or hatred I usually saw in his eyes. I only saw confusion and desire. Pure, unfiltered desire.
He wanted me. He really did, but why was he still hesitating?
“Don't you–”
He kissed me, cutting me off. His hand on my waist tightened, drawing me closer to him while his other hand held the back of my neck. His kiss was intense, just like he was. I melted into him as I kissed him back, my arms moving and wrapping themselves around his neck.
There was something different about Damian. Something… desperate. I c
