Damien kissed like a man trying not to break.
Not me.
Himself.
I felt it in every rough breath against my mouth, every controlled movement of his hands over my body, every tiny pause before he touched me somewhere new.
Like restraint was physically painful for him now.
Rain hammered against the penthouse windows while Ashbourne drowned beneath storms below us, but inside the kitchen, the air felt hot enough to burn.
His mouth dragged slowly down my throat again, teeth grazing sensitive skin just enough to pull a sharp sound from me.
Damien froze instantly.
Dark eyes lifting.
“There,” he said roughly. “That sound.”
Heat rushed through me.
“What about it.”
His hand tightened hard against my thigh.
“It makes me lose my mind.”
God.
The way this man talked when he wanted me shoul
