DAMON
I was saving all the f*****g anger and rage for later, pushing it down deep where it couldn't interfere with what was happening right now.
My mate needed me more than I needed revenge on Ronan, more than I needed to kill that traitorous bastard with my bare hands. I was deliberately ignoring the pounding in my head from waking up too soon, from attacking Ronan, from moving around when I should probably still be in bed recovering. Because honestly, my c**k was louder and heavier and more demanding than any headache could ever be.
"Sit on the bed and part your legs for me, baby," I told Sloane shakily, my voice rough with barely controlled desire. My hands were already reaching for her, already needing to touch her soft skin and feel her warmth.
I licked my fingers slowly, making s
