Scarlet’s POV
Just as the words “I’ll be gentle” left his lips, his hands tightened around my waist.
Fear shot through me like lightning. My chest rose and fell in ragged pants, my body trembling though my blood burned too hot to ignore.
“Damien…” I whispered, brows furrowed. My body betrayed me, throbbing, wet, aching—no matter how much I wanted to resist.
“I—” The words died as his mouth claimed mine.
The kiss started soft, tentative, like the one we had shared before. But when our eyes met again, the air between us cracked with heat.
I couldn’t remember who I was, why I was here, or why I’d ever tried to fight this pull.
“The eight spaces…” His voice was strained.
“Damien…” My voice broke, needy and raw. “I want you.”
All thoughts of Aurora, of curses, of danger slipped from
