DAMIEN's POINT OF VIEW.
The bond snapped into place and the first thing that happened was heat.
She was still against me, breath broken, mouth open like she didn’t know what to do with herself. I didn’t give her time to think. I didn’t give myself time to think either. I kissed her again, harder this time, rough and hungry, driven by instinct instead of sense, like my body had taken over before my head could catch up or stop it.
She made a sound into my mouth and clutched at me, fingers grabbing at my clothes, pulling me closer like she was afraid I’d disappear if she loosened her grip. I felt it everywhere at once. The bond pushed hard, demanded closeness, demanded contact, demanded more than I was willing to give.
Her lips were warm, urgent, moving with mine without hesitation, witho
