The heavy mahogany doors of the master suite clicked shut with a sharp, final sound, sealing out the endless demands of the crown, the regional council reports, and the whispers of the court. The moment the lock engaged, two massive, calloused hands caught me by the waist, swinging me around effortlessly until my back was pressed flush against the heavy wood of the door.Damon towered over me, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his chest heaving under his unbuttoned velvet tunic as his dark eyes burned into mine with a fierce, suffocating hunger.You have been driving me insane all evening, he growled, his deep voice vibrating straight against my skin.I let out a soft, teasing laugh, sliding my hands up over his broad shoulders to tangle my fingers in his dark locks. I only smiled at the Eastern delegate, Damon. It was called diplomacy.He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my lips before his mouth captured mine in a hard, demanding kiss. It was not a gentle greetin
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