Briar
The moment my lips touched Damian's, it was like a dam breaking. All the emotions I'd been holding back - the love, the fear, the desperation - came rushing out. I kissed him like it was the last time, because in my heart, I knew it might be.
Damian responded with equal fervor, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The taste of champagne lingered on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating. I lost myself in the sensation, memorizing every detail - the softness of his lips, the warmth of his skin, the way his heart raced beneath my palm.
When we finally broke apart, both panting, Damian's eyes were glowing with an almost primal hunger. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of control.
In answer, I took his hand and led him back into the room. The m
