Her hand swatted his chest, cheeks flushing a deeper shade. “You’re incorrigible.”
He tilted his head, lips ghosting over hers in a teasing brush. “And yet…” His voice dropped softer, heavier, “you still chose me.”
“I did,” she whispered, her breath mingling with his. “And I always will.”
The air between them thickened, charged with something undeniable, as Damien’s hand tightened on her waist, drawing her even closer — the promise of what was to come lingering in every breath and heartbeat.
He leaned in, claiming her with a deep, slow press of his mouth, slow, devoted, as if sealing a vow.
When Maya parted her lips to catch her breath, Damien took the opening without hesitation, his tongue sliding inside to claim her mouth with a hunger that was no longer restrained. The kiss deepene
