Damien POV
The safe house smelled of pine and tension. Elena stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my white dress shirts. The hem barely covered her ass. After the kidnapping and the revelations about my fiancée, something had finally snapped between us.
No more games. No more half-truths.
I crossed the room in three strides, spun her around, and crushed my mouth to hers. This was not gentle. It was months of obsession, blood secrets, and raw need exploding at once.
“f**k the world,” I growled against her lips, lifting her onto the kitchen island. “Right now, you're the only one that matters.”
She moaned into my mouth as I ripped the shirt open. Buttons scattered across the floor. Her full breasts spilled free. I sucked one hard n****e into my mouth while shoving two thick f
