Chapter 32: Words and Fire
The morning after the kiss, I woke up with my sheets twisted around me, heart pounding like I'd been running in my sleep. My lips felt swollen, still buzzing from Damien's mouth on mine—rough, demanding, like he was trying to claim something he didn't even want. I touched them with my fingers, remembering how his thumb had parted them, how his tongue had pushed in, hot and insistent. My body reacted even now, a warm ache building between my legs, wetness making me shift uncomfortably. God, what was that? He hated me. Called me weak. But that kiss... it was pure fire, his groan vibrating through me, his hardness pressing against my thigh as I ground against him without thinking. The curse flared lightly, black veins flickering on my arms before fading. Why did it respond to him like that? Why did I?
