Damon.
She kissed me like she was drowning and I was the last breath she’d get. There was no easing into it or even gentle hesitation. No time for questions either. Just lips that are hot and frantic and pressing against mine like she was made for this exact moment.
Her fingers curled into my shirt and I swear my pulse didn’t just spike, it detonated. I don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. Maybe since the first time she sparred with me and left my ribs bruised though she doesn’t even know that.
Maybe since the moment I smelled her the way no one else could and knew something wasn’t right. Maybe since the night I found her bloodied and delirious and my instincts screamed that I would kill anyone who touched her again.
But right now none of that mattered. All that mattered was h
