*Isabella's POV*
My eyes fluttered open just as I felt it, his lips brushing against my cheek. My breath caught in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs. When my gaze snapped to his, those piercing eyes of Damien Lancaster locked on me, dark, unreadable. And before I could f*****g process what was happening, he leaned in, no hesitation, his lips crashing against mine.
For a second, my brain short-circuited. Was this a dream? It had to be, right? Only a moment ago, I was curled up half-asleep, and now Damien—Damien f*****g Lancaster—was kissing me. Hungrily. Possessively. Like he'd been starving for this and finally lost control.
I'd dreamed of this before, God knows how many times. But this? This felt too raw, too real. His scent surrounded me, strong, musky, masculine. His hand
