Damien's P.O.V.
DAMIEN STUDIED LESLIE at breakfast and almost smiled.
She looks half-asleep Which is one of the crimes he's guilty of because he had kept her awake half the night. A tinge of guilt infiltrated him as he notice the shadows below her eyes, the faint slump of her small shoulders. He was a demanding bastard and he knew it but every time he looked at her, he got hungry with desire all over again. It has never been like this before. Usually after several encounters with his mistresses he would have cooled off and on the way to the exit, but inexplicably Leslie kept him coming back for more.
I brushed aside the magazine which I had yet to open. “Leslie?’ I murmur. “I want to show you something.’’