Briar
Damian's lips crashed onto mine with a hunger that took my breath away. For a moment, I was frozen, my mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. But then... oh goddess, then I melted.
His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey and something uniquely Damian. One of his hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, while the other skimmed down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, exploring, claiming.
Without realizing it, my arms had wound around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel every hard plane of his muscles through the thin fabric of my nightgown.
His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. W
