Lena
The kiss was not gentle.
Damien’s mouth crashed against mine like restraint had finally snapped its chain.
One hand slid into my hair. The other gripped my waist and pulled me against him until there was no space left between us.
Smoke.
Whiskey.
Rain.
Him.
My hands fisted in his shirt, and he made a rough sound against my mouth that sent heat rushing through me.
Dangerous.
This was dangerous.
I knew it.
He knew it.
Neither of us stopped.
His lips moved over mine with slow, devastating control now, like he was trying to memorize exactly how I came apart. I hated how quickly I did. One kiss from Damien Vale and my entire body turned traitor.
He pulled back only enough to breathe.
His forehead rested against mine.
His voice was wrecked. “Lena.”
I swallowed hard. “That w
