Briar
Damian's lips crashed into mine with a hunger that took my breath away. His body pressed me into the mattress, every hard plane of his muscles molding against my softer curves. I gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
The taste of him – whiskey and mint and something wild – made my head spin. Or maybe that was the lack of oxygen. Either way, I didn't care.
My body reacted on instinct, arching into him, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer. One of his hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access. The other slid down to my hip, his fingers digging in possessively.
"Damian," I breathed, not sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against
