Damien's hands slid down her sides, settling on her hips with possessive firmness. His eyes held hers, and there was something in his gaze that made her stomach clench with anticipation and apprehension in equal measure.
"First lesson," he said quietly. "When I touch you, you don't hide your reactions. I want to see everything."
"I don't..."
His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her more firmly against him, and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her through their clothes. Her eyes widened, a gasp escaping before she could stop it.
"Like that," he murmured approvingly. "Exactly like that."
"This is too fast..."
"Is it?" One hand slid up her spine, pressing her closer. "Or is it exactly the pace you need? Because I think you've been wound so tight for so long, maintaining so much control, that you need someone else to take it away from you. To make the decisions for you.
