CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR

The kiss isn’t sweet or soft.

It’s hot and hard. The way Damion grabs my chin, keeping me in place as he ravages my mouth has me seeing stars.

This is the first kiss I’ve shared with another male since James died.

I thought I would feel more guilty, but I can’t think past my wildly beating heart, this all-consuming desire within me. It’s like I had been starved of water for so long and this is the first sip I’ve gotten in years.

This shouldn’t feel so right.

But it does.

There is a twinge of guilt inside of me which keeps growing.

What is this desperate need inside of me?!

Unable to combat this mixture of growing desire and guilt, I pull away, panting. Damion tries to pull me in again, a look of dark hunger in his eyes, but I hold him off, “No. Stop.”

“Why?” He looks displeased by this turn of events and I can see a sulky expression form on his face. “You didn’t hate it.”

“That’s not it,” I mutter, trying to leave his hold but he simply refuses to release me.

“Then what