Damon's tired smile didn't disappear. On the contrary, it grew brighter, more insolent, as if he'd just discovered a new way to torture Ester.
"Hmm... I'm not going to stop just because you looked shocked," he murmured, his voice low, husky, and full of malice.
Before she could react, he pressed his lips against hers again, deeper, more intense. The kiss was different from the first: there was not just boldness, but insistence. His tongue touched hers, teasing, asking for space, and at the same time, taking it.
Ester tried to pull back, tried to protest, but Damon's hands slid down her bare back, weak but firm enough to pull her even closer. Her body trembled, not just from the cold, but from the searing heat it aroused.
"D-Damon...!" she gasped between one kiss and the next, her voice cracking with anger and shame.
