Damien
It clung to her like steam, rising off her skin with every breath she took, saturating the air between us until it was all I could smell, her want, her need, the fire that wouldn’t die. I tightened my hold on the reins, jaw locked, eyes fixed on the trail ahead.
This wasn’t going to hold.
I felt every shift of her hips, every twitch of her thighs as she tried to stay upright, and it was unraveling me. She didn’t speak. Didn’t plead. But she didn’t need to. Her body said enough. I was seconds away from taking her right here.
And I couldn’t. Not with the Alliance waiting. Not with my men just down the ridge. Not with how f*****g beautiful she smelled.
I veered the horse off the main trail, turning toward a narrow path tucked between two cliffs. Ayla barely stirred, her head tuck
