Reina's POV
I didn’t understand why I was responding, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I had never experienced a kiss like this, it wasn't just a touch; it was an invitation to delve deeper.
Every time his lips nibbled at mine, a strange, electric heat surged through me. Even my wolf, who had been mourning in the shadows of my mind, began to stir, whimpering with a sudden, unexpected spark of pleasure.
Panicked by the intensity of the sensation, I pressed my palms against his broad chest and pushed back, creating a tiny space between us.
My lips felt swollen and sensitized, and my unsteady breath hitched in my throat.
"Do you hate it?" Damon asked. His voice was a dangerously low, and his eyes burned with a hunger so raw it felt like he wanted to swallow me whole.
"No."
