Chapter 37 His Possession

• Damien
• In Damien's eyes—I saw him. The real Damien Black. The hunger, the need, the barely restrained violence simmering beneath his skin. If I said he looked ethereal in this moment, I'd be fucking lying—he looked deadly. And yet, I still wanted to offer myself to him in every way possible.
• He pulled away, slow and deliberate, his movements carrying the calm of a lion about to strike, his prey already trapped. His legs caged me in, a silent reminder that I had no escape. Not that I wanted one. The realization spread through me, warm and intoxicating.