"What if I am?" Alina replied brazenly, a smug smile appearing on her lips. Damian was a charmer, but he hadn't shown her everything about himself yet. Perhaps he was taking things slow because of her, holding back more than he let on.
Damian's gaze darkened at her words, a sly smile stretching across his lips as he quickly switched positions. "You're playing with fire, Alina. Your tongue can be quite powerful, you know," he whispered.
Alina sighed softly when his large hand landed on her thigh, his grip firm enough to make her gasp as heat pooled low in her stomach. The warmth of his palm seeped through the fabric, sending a slow shiver up her spine. "Then I want to get burned," she trailed off.
The tension in the air thickened, coating every corner of the room. On the bed lay Alina, with Damian hovering over her like a predator that had finally cornered its prey. His shadow fell across her body, his eyes fixed on her like he had no intention of letting her escape.
