Mira's POV
The moment the door shuts behind us, the city outside disappears. The lights, the noise, the world itself — it all falls away. There is only him. Only Damion.
He's closer than I imagined, his presence a tangible weight pressing against me. My pulse is racing, every nerve screaming with anticipation, fear, and desire. I should step back. I should be cautious. But my body betrays me. Every instinct is drawn to him.
"You're trembling," he murmurs, his voice a deep, seductive growl.
"I… I can't help it," I admit, my words catching in my throat.
A slow, dangerous smile curls on his lips. "Good," he says, letting the word linger between us. "Because I want every part of you to feel this."
He reaches for me, hands warm and commanding, sliding along my sides, tracing the line of my body through the thin fabric of my dress. My breath hitches at every touch, every brush of his fingers.
"You're saying the wrong thing," he murmurs, voice low and intimate.
"What are you talking about?" I whisper, heart hammering.
"I told you I only want to hear my name on those lips," he says, the words dragging across my consciousness like fire.
I shiver. "Damion…" I murmur, voice trembling.
"Say it again," he demands softly, a low growl vibrating in his chest. "Say it like you mean it."
"Damion," I breathe, shivering against the strength of him.
His hands tighten slightly, pulling me closer. His lips hover near mine, and every second stretches unbearably. He leans in, slow and deliberate, and this time our lips meet.
The kiss is electric, soft yet possessive, teasing yet consuming. My hands find his chest, gripping him, needing to anchor myself as heat coils through me. Every nerve, every thought, every fear and desire converge into the overwhelming pull of him.
"I want you," I confess against his lips, my voice barely a whisper.
"And you'll have me," he murmurs, voice thick, rough with need. "But you must understand… once I touch you, everything changes. There's no going back."
I nod, breathless. "I don't care," I whisper. "I want you anyway."
He growls softly, a sound that sends shivers down my spine, and presses me fully against him. My back hits the wall, and he tilts my chin, capturing my lips again with a hunger that's all-consuming.
His hands roam along my body with precision, mapping every curve, every reaction. I gasp when his fingers graze the sensitive line of my neck, and he pauses, his eyes dark, intense, and dangerous.
"You belong here," he murmurs against my skin, voice low and intimate. "With me. Every inch. Every heartbeat. You're mine, Mira."
I shiver at the words, desire flooding me, mingling with a wild, delicious fear. "Damion…" I whisper again, trembling, aching for more.
His lips move along mine, down my jaw, teasing, tasting, claiming. The heat of him is everywhere, and I am drowning in it. Every rational thought, every bit of caution, dissolves in the intensity of his presence.
"You feel it too," he murmurs, voice rough, husky, as he pulls back just slightly to look into my eyes. "The pull. The hunger. The need. You want me as much as I want you."
"Yes," I breathe, chest heaving. "Yes, Damion."
A shadow of a smile crosses his lips. He presses his forehead against mine. "Good. Because I can't stop myself anymore."
Every touch, every word, every lingering look is a promise and a warning. My heart races, my body quivers, and yet I crave it all, every second of it, every dangerous pull.
The world outside could collapse, the stalker could strike, Magnus could appear, and none of it would matter. Not when he's here, consuming me with his presence, his hands, his lips, his need.
And in the back of my mind, I know — this is only the beginning. Once we cross this line, there is no turning back.
Damion's POV
She's mine. Not fully yet, but every inch of her body, every glance, every shiver, every whispered word draws me deeper into something I don't intend to control.
Her lips are intoxicating, her scent overwhelming, her surrender subtle but undeniable. I can feel her pulse, racing beneath my hands, every heartbeat syncing with my own.
I growl low in my chest, dragging her closer, pressing her against me. The fire between us is scorching, unrelenting. I know every moment is dangerous, every second is a risk, but I don't care.
"You're mine," I murmur, letting the words wrap around her like a chain. "Every thought, every breath, every desire… belongs to me."
She gasps against my lips, and it drives me insane. The ache in my chest, the hunger in my veins, the impossible pull of her… it's all-consuming.
I tilt her chin up, brushing my lips against her jawline, teasing, tasting, claiming. "Mira," I whisper, almost a growl, "say my name. Say it like you need me."
"Damion," she whispers, trembling, and I feel it — the ache, the want, the surrender.
I can't stop myself. Every touch, every kiss, every brush of skin against skin is a declaration. A promise. A warning.
Her hands clutch me, fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt. Her body presses into mine, responding, wanting, aching. I growl softly at the feel of her, at the way she surrenders without words.
"You're saying the wrong thing," I murmur, low and dangerous, "I told you I only want to hear my name on those lips."
"I want you," she whispers back, breathless, desperate, and it sends a jolt through me that I can't control.
I press my lips against hers again, slow, consuming, and she melts against me. Every nerve, every thought, every drop of blood in my body screams for her.
I know the stalker is still out there. I know Magnus will stir trouble. But none of that matters now. Not tonight. Not when she's here, and she's mine.