DAMIEN'S POV
Damien was barely holding on to his control. Every instinct screamed at him to thrust deep, to claim her completely, to bury himself inside her until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.
But not like this. Not when she was still holding back the most important parts of herself.
He pulled out completely, ignoring her cry of protest, and flipped her over so she was sitting on the edge of the table, facing him.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She did, her eyes filled with tears of frustration and need.
"I want you so badly I can barely breathe," he said, his hands framing her face. "But I won't take your virginity...won't make you completely mine....until you trust me enough to be honest with me. Until you stop hiding."
"I'm not..."
