DAMON
The kiss hit me like a physical thing.
It's not soft or tentative, nothing like the fumbling mess I had put on him thirty seconds ago.
This was deliberate and hungry and had the kind of certainty behind it that said this wasn't the drug and it wasn't the coal and it wasn't the chaos of the night, this was Rika making a decision with his whole chest and following through on it without flinching.
My entire body jerked awake. All at once, every nerve ending firing simultaneously, my toes curling against the floor, my fingers grabbing the front of his black tee without instruction.
He kissed me like he was angry about it, like he had been swallowing this for so long that letting it out came with an edge, his lips cold against my burned mouth, his tongue soft and sure, and the co
