Briar
"Yes," I whispered, closing the distance between us.
The moment our lips met, it was like a dam breaking. All the pent-up tension, the years of longing and denial, came crashing down around us. Damian's lips were soft but insistent, moving against mine with a hunger that took my breath away.
I gasped, and Damian took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. My hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as I pulled him closer.
Damian groaned, the sound vibrating through me and sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he cupped my breast through my shirt, I arched into his touch with a whimper.
When we finally broke apart for air, we were both panting.
