"What did you just call me?"
The Lycan King Damien took my chin in his hand.
I couldn't fight him. I turned my face up to his.
His scorching breath was on my mouth. So close I could taste it.
My lashes trembled. He kissed me.
It started softly. Then it turned into a storm.
"Did you miss me?"
His fingers tightened on my jaw.
He forced my lips to part.
He went deeper.
"Mm…"
I answered him in a slur.
He pressed for more. "Miss who. Say it."
"Missed… Kael…"
His teeth caught my lip. A small, sharp punishment.
"Kael…"
The tears spilled. I glared up at him, betrayed.
But before the name could leave my mouth again, he buried it under another kiss — deeper, rougher, taking everything.
He gave me no breath. No room to resist.
When I was completely beneath him, completely his.
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