Damien
In Damien's eyes—I saw him. The real Damien Black. The hunger, the need, the barely restrained violence simmering beneath his skin. If I said he looked ethereal in this moment, I'd be f*****g lying—he looked deadly. And yet, I still wanted to offer myself to him in every way possible.
He pulled away, slow and deliberate, his movements carrying the calm of a lion about to strike, his prey already trapped. His legs caged me in, a silent reminder that I had no escape. Not that I wanted one. The realization spread through me, warm and intoxicating.
Being at his mercy only turned me on more.
His hands came next, peeling my top away with agonizing slowness, as if savoring the reveal. His gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, and I found myself swallowing a breath.
Wasn't I the one
