Chapter 22

Damian was submissive for once, leaning forward to kiss my lips sweetly. I knew he was pleased, so I stroked large circles over his back in the hopes that I could change his mind.

“You still want it,” Damian observed. He heard me curse under my breath and then returned his lips over mine. I let my hand drag downwards, feeling the smoothness of his back till I reached his lower spine. Damian was right, I still wanted him.

“We haven’t much time,” he muttered, as if he could read my thoughts.

“No.”

“I swear you taste so good,” he mouthed into the corner of my lip. He pressed his nose into my skin, possibly breathing in my very essence before he peppered short kisses all over the side of my face. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“Then don’t.”