Skylar’s POV~
Damian didn't let go. If anything, he held me tighter, his fingers digging into the bare skin of my arms with a desperation that made my breath catch in my throat.
In the total darkness, the world shrank until it was just the two of us, and the roaring storm outside, and the crackle of the fireplace. The orange glow from the hearth was the only light now, casting long, dancing shadows that made the room feel like a cave, like a sanctuary where the rules of the real world didn't apply.
I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his bare chest against my silk-clad breasts. The fabric was so thin; I might as well have been naked. I could feel the coarse hair on his chest abrading my n*****s, sending jolts of electricity straight down to my p***y. He was warm… too warm. A furnace
