Damian's POV
I helped her straighten her dress before we got out of the car. Her legs were still shaking, and I had to steady her with my hand on her waist.
"Can you walk?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
"I'm fine," she lied, but I could feel her trembling against me.
Rick was already gone when we entered the house. Smart man knew when to make himself scarce.
The moment we were in my bedroom, I had her against the wall, my mouth on hers.
"Damian—" she gasped between kisses. "We just—"
"I don't care." I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. "I'm not done with you yet."
I carried her to the bed and stripped off what was left of her dress. She lay there, looking up at me with those green eyes that drove me f*****g insane.
"You're insatiable
