DAMON
Declan cupped my face in both hands and the skin where he touched me burned so hot it nearly made me sigh in a way I would never forgive myself for.
I was shaking, rage and poison and something filthy and chemical all tangled together in my bloodstream, and my body was not getting the memo that none of this was welcome. He was crouched in front of me in his loose white shirt and dark joggers, his brown eyes soft and certain, like he had already decided how tonight was going to go.
"I just wanted you to relax a little," he said, his thumbs brushing slow across my jaw. "Let me take care of you, baby."
He kissed my forehead and my lips trembled. My whole body was shaking with fury and the hot burn of the poison all together with something else I refused to name all hitting at the sa
