The night was filled with silence... but the air between them burned alive.
Damien carried her across the room without a word, his grip firm was on her thighs, his mouth never straying far from her neck. His jacket was gone, shirt open... the hard planes of his chest pressed against her breasts as he lowered her on the edge of the bed.
She did not let go.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging him back to her mouth. Their kiss deepened … tongues clashing, breath hitching, a friction of hunger that had been building between them since the moment they first locked eyes in that damned gala.
Now it was wild.
Now it was warfare of a different kind — one waged with hands and heat and whispered curses against skin.
Damien’s voice rasped as he kissed down her throat, each word laced w
