Bella’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion, every thought fighting for dominance in a battle she wasn’t sure she could win. The intensity of Damian’s touch lingered on her skin, and her heart pounded in her chest, but a part of her—some stubborn, proud part of her—refused to give in.
She pushed against his chest, a weak attempt at creating distance, but Damian barely moved. Instead, he looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with an inscrutable depth. For a moment, the air between them seemed to shift, and Bella could almost taste the tension, thick and suffocating.
“Don’t try to resist,” he murmured, his voice low, hypnotic. “You won’t win. Not with me.”
Her breath hitched, but she refused to let him see how much his words affected her. Instead, she straightened her back, summoning eve
