Damon
I tasted her.
And now I want her.
Not just her body—not just the way she melted against me like she'd been waiting for it her whole life. I want all of her. Her loyalty. Her submission. Her soul.
But not if she gives it to someone else.
Not if she thinks I'm him.
That name. That damn name she moaned in the middle of kissing me. Kane.
I nearly lost control. Almost forgot who I was when I had her pinned against that wall, dress bunched around her thighs, breath trembling against my mouth. For one dangerous moment, I believed she saw me. Damon. The whole monster she keeps pretending doesn't exist.
But no.
She thought it was him. That soft, broken, pathetic part of me I tore apart to become what I am now.
Kane.
Stupid. Weak.
She moaned his name.
