Damian's lips crashed against hers, claiming—demanding.
The heat between them burned fiercely, fueled by raw emotion, by the anger still thrumming through their veins. Their hands clung to each other, as if afraid to let go, as if this was the only thing tethering them to reality.
Evelina's back arched as Damian pulled her impossibly closer, his fingers tightening in her hair. She could taste the frustration, the desperation, the need in his kiss—and she poured all of her own emotions into it.
But even as their lips moved feverishly, even as fire trailed up her spine, images flickered behind her eyelids.
Images of Selene.
Her hands on Damian's chest and the way he didn't immediately push her away.
Evelina tensed slightly.
At the same time, Damian's mind betrayed him too.
Kyle.
Kyle standing beside Evelina.
Her leaving with him.
The way Kyle smirked at her, like he already knew something Damian didn't.
