Something in him broke then, or maybe it finally set free. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her through the dimly lit studio toward the bedroom tucked in the back. She clung to him, her lips trailing along his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin, her body already alive with anticipation.
The room was dark except for the flashes of lightning slipping through the curtains, painting them in silver and shadow. Damien set her down on the bed gently, as though she were the most precious thing he had ever held. But the fire in his eyes told another story, one of hunger, one of need.
Their mouths met again, slower this time, but deeper, exploring, savoring. His hands traced along her sides, mapping her as if she were his canvas, every touch deliberate, every brush of his fingers a stroke of ow
