Damian pulled back, his icy blue eyes fixed on the way she was punishing her own skin. "You do not want to make your lip bleed, do you?" His voice was a low rumble that instantly dissolved her tension, and she slowly lowered her hand from her neck, her breath hitching.
"Why are you doing that?" she murmured, her gaze searching his face.
"Do not tell me you hate it." His gaze was boring into hers, demanding an honest answer.
"I don't hate it," she whispered, her voice wavering. "I just... I didn't know how to answer the others. I mean... everything happened so suddenly... and we..."
She trailed off, caught in the sudden warmth of his presence, and fell silent as he leaned in to press his lips against hers, leaving her breathless and stunned.
He reached up, his fingers lingering as he smoothed her loose hair, tucking the strands carefully behind her ear. "You are thinking too much," he whispered against her skin. "Just tell them your husband is bewitched by you."
