Trapped Between My Adoptive Brothers
The sweetness of his confession lingered in the air, melting away every fear and hesitation I had ever held.
When Damon pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes were burning—not with the wild, chaotic fury he usually carried, but with a deep, reverent hunger that made my core pulse with a heavy, aching warmth. The golden light of the crackling fireplace danced across his sharp jawline, casting long shadows over his broad shoulders.
"Snow..." he rasped softly, his voice thick and rough. "If I touch you tonight... I'm never letting you go. You know that, don't you?"