Willow POV
My eyes locked on his, and I nodded. He smiled, just a small lift of his lips, before he said, “Words, little one.”
I licked my lips, then breathed out my answer. “Yes.”
I expected immediate possession, but I should have known Damian was too controlled for that. He shifted his hand so that he was cradling my face, his thumb tracing over my lower lip before settling just under my chin as he tilted my head up. His lips met mine slowly and gently, almost as if he were afraid I’d retreat. I ran my palms up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair.
He groaned, then pulled me tightly against him and deepened the kiss. The possession and dominance I’d expected unleashed, and he held the back of my neck as he plundered my mouth, his tongue tasting mine.
He tasted of the
