His lips returned to hers, slower this time, deliberate—tasting, exploring, claiming every gasp she gave him. Fingers tangled in her hair, cradling her close. The fire crackled, the night stretched silent beyond the windows, but all of it fell away. There was only them, this hunger, this storm that refused to be contained.
He broke the kiss just long enough to look at her, eyes dark, burning with heat. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he rasped, voice rough with restraint. Maya’s breath hitched, body shivering in his hold, and she nodded, unable to form words.
Without breaking the kiss, Damien lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Legs locked around his waist, hands clutching at his back, nails grazing hard muscle. Every step carried her deeper into surrender—the press of her body, the warmth
